Our Stories
From the AUTHOR – COACH D in Los Angeles:
I’ve been a football fan all my life. I grew up playing street football with my brother, sister, and neighbors in San Antonio, Texas. I got as close as I could to football under “Friday night lights” where I marched at half time with my Texas high school band. I went on to the University of Texas at Austin where I was a member of the Longhorn Band and marched at the UT games. At the age of 49, I joined other women making history by becoming a part of my area’s first professional women’s football team, the Los Angeles Lasers. While I did suit up at times, my primary role was General Manager and co-owner of the team. I learned a lot, but more than anything, I learned that men and women speak two different languages regarding football. Guys speak with an assumed understanding that skips around leaving out big chunks and a heck of a lot of detail. The other language, our language, speaks about the sport from a fresh perspective. I look forward to learning more of the detail of the game so I can share it with other women and include it in the Lipstick FootballTM book.
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Story Archives
We invite you to share your football story with other Lipstick Football League members. Serious, funny, insightful, or proud, we welcome them all and look forward to including many in the Lipstick Football book.
From KATHY in Canoga Park, age 47: I supported my son playing football in high school. I learned that mom’s make much better football fans for their kids than dads do. Dads sometimes try to live vicariously through their sons. If they did play football, dads expect a certain level of play from their sons. If they didn’t play, they’ll try to be a player through their son’s experience. Mom’s are just happy their kids are playing and enjoying themselves, and staying safe, of course.
From ANGIE in Philadelphia, age 40: I’m an ER nurse and save lives for a living. But I can’t remember what position my son plays. Is it offense or defense or linebacker or receiver? It’s all so confusing to me. I go to as many games as possible but never really understand what’s happening. I bragged about my son to some firefighter friends of mine and when they asked me what position he played, I said, “I don’t know, but I know it has something to do with a nice ass.” They started laughing uncontrollably and said, “Are you trying to say he’s a tight end?” To which I replied, “Oh yeah. That’s it!” I just enjoy watching him play and living out his dream of playing college football.
From HEATHER in Santa Barbara, age 22: My brother played high school football so I learned a lot about the game from him. His coach even let me be the equipment manager. My job was to fit uniforms and helmets. I learned that the right way to fit a helmet was to put it on the player’s head, grab the ear holes and shake it like crazy. If the player’s head moved inside, the helmet was too loose. I remember this one quarterback who had a loose helmet. I told him we needed to make it tighter, but he didn’t like how that felt and wouldn’t let me change it. During his first game, he was knocked out and couldn’t play for the rest of the season.
