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My take on the Alabama mom who lost her cool at the Sugar Bowl

January 7, 2014

This post was written especially for Jen Schneider over at livlaughlove.com. You can follow her on Facebook too.

Come on…you KNEW I couldn’t let this one die.

Yes, it’s four-day old news. And, yeah, I’m betting the majority of you have already seen the video(s) by now.

But if you’ve been living under a rock and don’t have a clue about what I’m referring to when I say “possessed Alabama mom pounding a cocky Oklahoma bro”…allow me to do the honors and set the scene.

The Crimson Tide faced the Oklahoma Sooners in this year’s NCAA college football Sugar Bowl on January 2. OU ended up winning that game 45-31.

I didn’t see a single play of that match-up. But I’ve watched the bleacher highlight reel more times than I can count. And, let me go on record by saying this: Don’t mess with an Alabama momma bear or her cub and then be taken aback when she tries to maul you.

At some point during the game, trash-talking between the two teams’ respective fan bases went from “our team’s better than your team” to rage-induced “I-will-kill-you-in-your-sleep” madness.

Lucky for us, the footage was all captured on camera.

Then someone released this parody:

And my personal favorite:

According to Yellowhammer, the mom shown in the video – Michelle Prichett – had this to say about the incident.

“Everyone’s making me look like such a bad guy,” she said. “What I did was probably not the thing to do. But they were taunting us. They began by going after me. But then they crossed the line and started taunting my 16-year-old son.”

She also went on record saying she was not intoxicated.

WHAT?! THIS CHICK ACTED LIKE THIS STONE COLD SOBER?!!

I’ll try keep my thoughts brief.

Was she out of control? Yes.

Did she likely do some damage to the reputation of Alabama football faithful? I’d say yes to that too.

Is her family embarrassed? I would imagine so.

But I’m going to be honest. There’s only one thing that gets my blood pumping more than a mom in bedazzled jeans barking like a ravenous dog…and that’s a bunch of drunk college boys who think it’s fun to talk trash about how awesome THEY are. And, by THEY, I am referring to the team of athletes they worship.

I do not condone her behavior. She gives all of us moms a bad rap by mere affiliation. But part of me laughs every time I see the little guy in the white shirt and faded maroon jeans duck for cover when he realizes shit’s about to get real.

I honestly hope I am never involved in an altercation like this. I love my kids deeply and I’d have a serious issue with anyone who goes after them. But they need to fight their own battles.

However, I’d like to make it perfectly clear that, if I’m ever caught on tape going completely ballistic, please overlay Welcome to the Jungle onto my fight footage.

Written by Heidi Woodard

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The frenzy

September 23, 2013

I can’t remember what life was like before kids.

With our two boys in three simultaneous activities each, and our daughter begging us to sign her up for something active too, I literally see my husband for about 45 minutes most weeknights. These encounters are as fleeting as the dollars in our bank account.

Then there are those special nights when we can stare into each other’s eyes across a restaurant table that is 60 percent wiped down, while surrounded by other parents and a collective mob of chatty children.

I made him promise me that we’d start planning a return trip back to Jamaica. We’ve only gone there once in our 14-year marriage. A place unlike any other…where everything is included except chatty children.

I don’t think either of us realized when we married each other that we’d be uncompensated taxi drivers. Me in my rockin silvery-blue minivan equipped with the stereotypical youth team sports sticker on the back window. Him in his 200,000+ mile Nissan Exterra…the same one he teases our 11-year old son into believing he will one day be “lucky” enough to inherit.

We are in the heart of fundraising season, which puts us both on edge. And apparently, based on the comments fellow parents submitted on this particular topic (follow link to view them), we’re not alone with our feelings of frustration.

In summary, this is my life.

Did I see you catch that pass you ask? Sssuurrre I did.

Did I see you catch that pass you ask? Sssuurrre I did.

I’d be lying if I said I don’t love my reality…even the craziest parts of it. I am blessed beyond words.

The boys are meeting friends and learning life skills along with proper playing techniques. Their sister has racked up more miles than the Exterra, frequenting every ball field and basketball court around town.

I’ve come to realize that naps and perspective are the best medicine.

One day, I’ll look back on it all and wonder how we survived. And I’ll miss this chapter.

Blessed is the person who is too busy to worry in the daytime and too sleepy to worry at night. – Unknown

Written by Heidi Woodard

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Steamy summer reflection

July 13, 2013

Earlier in the day, Ryan and I slid into bed and shut the door.

The kids were occupied and we were alone together. Finally. We took full advantage of the situation.

Two hours later, I emerged with messy hair hoping the experience was as good for him as it was for me.

WE NAPPED LIKE THERE WAS NO TOMORROW PEOPLE.

I can’t stress enough how good uninterrupted rest felt. I’ve been a gas tank running exclusively on fumes for the past two months.

I wrote about how our boys played in over 100 combined baseball games this summer for momaha.com. First thing’s first – I am not complaining. I had a freaking blast this summer. Luckily, the boys did too. Heck, even their little sister enjoyed the ride for the most part.

Yet, the calendar reminds me they will be back to school in a month. 

We can now return to the pool, go on bike rides, enjoy another movie or two, and read a few good books together. Maybe even set a few goals.

I want my children to know what personal accomplishment feels like when it’s not attached to a medal or any other form of external validation.

Isn’t that one of the best gifts we can bestow on our kids? A sense of inner purpose and confidence?

The sport of baseball, a group of dedicated coaches, and two selfless teams have helped instill these values in my boys this summer.

Allow me to be THAT mom and brag just a bit…

My 11-year old was brought in at the end of arguably one of the biggest games of his team’s season to do something his mom could have never done (not at his age, not now, not ever) – strike out a hitter with the tying run on third base against a powerhouse team. He rose to the occasion and I practically puked.

My 9-year old, who fought to earn a spot in the line-up, was down to one strike in an elimination game of the state tournament. He hit a line drive to the outfield to bring in the tying run and then scored the winning run by beating a throw to home plate. He came through in a pressure situation and I beamed with pride.

As for Ryan and me? We survived.

I don’t know which of these feats is the most remarkable.

The summer of 2013 was a good one. I recognize it now and will remember it for years to come.

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