If our kids go to a private Catholic high school (email me with financial donations) they will attend our neighbor, Cretin-Derham Hall. Haven't heard of it? Well maybe you've heard of Joe Mauer, Matt Birk, Paul Molitor or Josh Hartnett. Alright, I admit. That last one was a bit weak. What has Josh Hartnett done for me lately? Honestly I'm racking my brain for the last movie he was in and all that comes to mind is Pearl Harbor. But you get the point. They were all students at CDH.
And you know who else graduated from there? Uh-huh. Michael Floyd. Who, by the way, looks slightly different this year. Have you noticed? I think he's been hanging out with the cast of The Jersey Shore during the off-season. Juiced.
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I used to despise CDH and their football team but only because they always beat my old high school when it was playoff season. They were always shrouded in recruiting accusations and now that I live here I realize why. But now that there's a large possibility my kids will go there I've started pondering the idea of strapping on my bullet-proof vest and driving the streets of North Minneapolis in hopes I'll come across a husky 4-year-old with amazing tackling abilities or lightning-quick speed or an 8-foot vertical. I'll offer to personally drive him across the river and into St. Paul every day just for the chance that he'll be in my son's graduating class.
OK, I'll stop there before the NCAACP hunts me down.
ANYWAY, where was I? So yeah, CDH doesn't have their own football field (that happens when your school is located in the heart of the city, not a lot of extra real estate) so for game days they use the football field at the University of St. Thomas. Turns out this isn't all that bad of deal for CDH because the UST field was just revamped with NFL-like features. UST just happens to be Brian's and my alma mater and a mere six blocks from our home.
Last night we bundled the kiddos up in the stroller and headed over to CDH's Friday night game. I didn't feel it was appropriate to drop $12 in a admission tickets to a university that we still owe hundreds of dollars in student loans to so we tried a sneak attack through the back way by my old dorm hall. But alas the university had us all figured out and had the entire back side blockaded off. But what the university didn't plan for was my son's sneak attack plan B. Charm the security guard in all his 3-year-old cuteness.
First we covered that the security guard shared the same name as William. Check. Then we covered that William was three-years-old and that the security officer was William the THIRD. Check. Then we found out that he also lives in St. Paul and all three of his children attended CDH. Check. Check. Then we found out that the security guard shared the same EXACT birthday with William and with that those blockades magically opened and suddenly we were watching the game with our big toes gracing the edge of the sideline markers. Not kidding, if there had been a sideline pass our entire family would have been taken out. Taken out with glee, I might add.
The lesson learned here is that it pays to have kids. Well cute kids who say cute things, anyway. If your kid isn't cute I can't help you. In fact, it could possibly be more of a burden. You might want to consider adoption.
This trip accomplished two things:
1. It sealed William's fate as a football player. The kid was glued, GLUED, to the action. The bigger the hit the more excited he got. When the players ran past us on their way out during halftime I think he might have wet his pants a little. When a player was ushered out on a stretcher due to a head/neck injury, instead of getting scared William just made sure to yell, "Good job, buddy!" as he was wheeled past us.
2. It brought Brian that much closer to his dream of being a UND scout. I don't know if this is really one of his dreams but he probably wouldn't turn the job if it were offered to him. But really he has only his preschool son to thank for the opportunity. So who knows, maybe this is a glimpse into William's future. If anything our sideline perch gave us a firsthand glimpse at some future Domers.
OK, I'll stop there before the NCAACP hunts me down.
ANYWAY, where was I? So yeah, CDH doesn't have their own football field (that happens when your school is located in the heart of the city, not a lot of extra real estate) so for game days they use the football field at the University of St. Thomas. Turns out this isn't all that bad of deal for CDH because the UST field was just revamped with NFL-like features. UST just happens to be Brian's and my alma mater and a mere six blocks from our home.
Last night we bundled the kiddos up in the stroller and headed over to CDH's Friday night game. I didn't feel it was appropriate to drop $12 in a admission tickets to a university that we still owe hundreds of dollars in student loans to so we tried a sneak attack through the back way by my old dorm hall. But alas the university had us all figured out and had the entire back side blockaded off. But what the university didn't plan for was my son's sneak attack plan B. Charm the security guard in all his 3-year-old cuteness.
First we covered that the security guard shared the same name as William. Check. Then we covered that William was three-years-old and that the security officer was William the THIRD. Check. Then we found out that he also lives in St. Paul and all three of his children attended CDH. Check. Check. Then we found out that the security guard shared the same EXACT birthday with William and with that those blockades magically opened and suddenly we were watching the game with our big toes gracing the edge of the sideline markers. Not kidding, if there had been a sideline pass our entire family would have been taken out. Taken out with glee, I might add.
The lesson learned here is that it pays to have kids. Well cute kids who say cute things, anyway. If your kid isn't cute I can't help you. In fact, it could possibly be more of a burden. You might want to consider adoption.
This trip accomplished two things:
1. It sealed William's fate as a football player. The kid was glued, GLUED, to the action. The bigger the hit the more excited he got. When the players ran past us on their way out during halftime I think he might have wet his pants a little. When a player was ushered out on a stretcher due to a head/neck injury, instead of getting scared William just made sure to yell, "Good job, buddy!" as he was wheeled past us.
2. It brought Brian that much closer to his dream of being a UND scout. I don't know if this is really one of his dreams but he probably wouldn't turn the job if it were offered to him. But really he has only his preschool son to thank for the opportunity. So who knows, maybe this is a glimpse into William's future. If anything our sideline perch gave us a firsthand glimpse at some future Domers.
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