Hunter

Hunter is a new kid we got this year from Louisianna. He's a scrawny little blond headed first grader with a little scar under one of his eyes and a look like a stray dog. When you see him, you just know he's up to something.

He was wearing a Saints jersey at school and talking all kinds of trash about the Texans at the beginning of the year because the Saints were undefeated. After a while the Saints started losing and he tried to abandon the team and switch to the Texans. Coach Reid told him, "Dude, you have to stand by your Saints! You can't switch teams, you have to be loyal. You gotta go put a bag over your head and root for the Saints."

We also found out that he is a big Astros fan. He can name every player in the field and his favorite is, of course, Hunter Pence.

If the Astros lose, he will come walking up to you in the morning with his arms out as if to indicate the loss was his fault, but he tried his best--I swear, you would think he played for the team.

His dad works in New Orleans and he lives here with his mom--but the parents are still together--I see his mom and dad together every time there is a school function.

I was just thinking about Hunter while watching the Astros game and seeing Hunter Pence strike out with the bases loaded. I thought, "Somewhere little Hunter is gettin all upset."

I just hope Hunter comes back to my school after the summer break.