My husband, the coach

So, my husband is a coach. Not of just one sport, or two, but 3! 8th grade football in the fall, freshman boy's basketball in the winter, and varsity baseball in the spring. Unfortunatly with our weather, he hasn't gotten to coach much lately. I took these pictures last month during a Saturday double-header - they won both games. Go Tigers! {I seriously have the hardest time getting my pictures the right size. I've given up. Sorry they're so small!!}

Here he is in action -




And here's the team after their first win of the day -


I love going to the games. Cheering for the team. Supporting him. He puts so much time and energy and love in to coaching. But coaching isn't just Michael's thing, it's mine too. We're in it together. The games, the practices, the extra work, the cookouts, the cookies, the scrapbooks, getting to know the players and their parents. It's a way of life. I am a coach's wife. And darn proud of it.