Look at all these cute little Ranger fans. We met at church, and by the time we arrived at the game, it was a downpour. Luckily, when you are cheap, and sit way up top, you are under the overhang.
Sweet Asher waiting for the game to start. Waiting for the rain to stop.
Still waiting. I think it was at about this point we found out the game would start at 9:30. Great. 25 little boys who have to wait 2 hours in their seats before the game starts.
But these boys were so good and patient.
They ate some snacks.
And waited... thanks Papa & Tandy for coming all the way from Lubbock.
Finally, there was hope as they started to pull away the tarp (sorry, I am sure there is a technical sports fan name for that thing).
Asher when he saw that the game might actually happen. Very excited.
Daddy & bad boy Jopie
The game started, and these boys were thrilled. Young and old. Especially when Asher saw his name of the big screen.
As the night got later, the kids got sillier. There were fireworks after the game, and we were determined to see them.
This little one lasted until the very end, which was about 1:00 in the morning.
The Sanders' boys made it. And they look pretty awake.
Not so much these little ones.
Or this one.
But overall, as our boys fell into their bed at 2 in the morning, I would say that this will be a night they will always remember.