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Oooh, That Smell!

It’s back.

That smell.

That once foreign, gawd-awful, wretched, in-the-name-of-all-things-sweet-and-soft-and-pretty, what is that smell?—smell!

It. Is. Back!

It’s the one with gag-appeal that begs for the windows in the car to be rolled down, all-the-way-down, despite the rain storm beating against the windshield. It’s the smell that vanished suddenly for eight glorious months only to return with a fierce vengeance, commanding a presence as potent and foul as ever.

Unlike the lyrics of the song however, it’s not the result of a hard living; whisky drinking, pot smoking, pill popping, needle sticking, life that summons the angel of darkness carrying with him, that smell.

On the contrary, think cow manure meets bleach and laundry soap melded with freshly cut grass. Add a rain storm and mix it all together with the sweat from the body of a still growing teenage boy and you’ve got that smell!

That gross, worse than a wet, dirty dog, wonderful smell that tells me once again, it’s Football Season!

Yes, it’s that smell; that permeates every spec of fresh air living within the confines of my car after nearly 3-hours of hard-hitting, ball kicking, mud splattering practice that screams,

My boy is back on the field!

With all its potency, this horrible but heavenly smell brings with it the promise of good health, plenty of exercise, restful, slumber-filled nights and if history repeats itself, academic excellence!

Ooh, that smell, that wonderfully putrid smell has miraculously become a welcome and familiar waft now that dare I say, I think I missed! So, bring it on.

Bring on, that smell!

Cause, I’m taking that smell on with a smile!

Ph0to Credit #1 & 2:  Google Images

Photo Credits #3,4, & 5 ©Karen Szczuka Teich & http://www.takingtheworldonwithasmile.com

  1. September 9, 2012 at 9:41 am

    I knew exactly where you were going with ‘that smell’ and ‘gone for the last 8 months, putting 2 and 2 together. You are right, few things as wretched as a practice football uniform and the clothes worn underneath it.. And you let him get in the car?! 🙂 Be glad he is not a wrestler! If anything can top the nastiness of football sweat try the wrestling room where pools of sweat just lie on the practice mats. Mmmmm! Good luck to both of you this football season!


    • September 9, 2012 at 6:37 pm

      Absolutely no wrestling! My senses can’t take it! Thanks, Andy. I appreciate your reading & commenting. 🙂


  2. September 9, 2012 at 10:15 am

    LOL – it’s the smell of sweaty gyms and football lockers!


    • September 9, 2012 at 6:38 pm

      Yes, Lady, it is that smell. And I am thanking God for that smell. 🙂


  3. September 9, 2012 at 10:17 am

    Yet one big reason I’m glad I have two girls (one a swimmer and the other a runner)


    • September 9, 2012 at 6:39 pm

      You got that right, Karl!


  4. singleworkingmomswm
    September 11, 2012 at 4:00 pm

    Yahoooooooooo! Bring on football season!!!!!!! (Not that I’m a football fan, Karen, ’cause you know by now that I’m a Laker’s fan through and through, which means basketball…only basketball for me.) BUT, that being said, because I LOVE kids playing sports no matter what type of ball is being pushed back and forth, bring on football season! Yippee! And, to help with the smell, maybe keep a bottle of Febreeze in the car. 😉 Getting ready to write you…do you dare me? LOL. XOXO Hugs!


    • September 11, 2012 at 6:12 pm

      Here! Here! And why haven’t I thought of Fabreeze myself? It looks absolutely convincing on TV. Thanks, friend! And yes, I dare you! Although who am I to talk as I have not written myself and I keep telling myself I am going to. I hope you and your angel are well. 🙂 Thanks as always for your positive comments! XOXOXO !!


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