If you thought this week was going to be calm, you clearly don’t live in my world. It’s homecoming week, which means I’m simultaneously drowning in orders, printing shirts, pressing hoodies, wrapping tumblers, AND still trying to show up as the loudest feral mother in the bleachers tomorrow night.
The big game is Friday at 7pm, and let me tell you, the energy is already unhinged. I swear, every time I walk into the school someone yells “Tridents up!” and another mom is trying to out-order the next with custom spirit gear. I love y’all, but also… why do 40 cowbells all need to be personalized before kickoff? My ears are already ringing just thinking about it. We’re going to sound like a damn stampede of feral dairy cows tomorrow, and honestly? I’m here for it.
On top of that, it’s order central over here. Hoodies, tees, glow-in-the-dark shirts, tumblers—you name it, it’s in the chaos pile waiting to be boxed. My press hasn’t cooled down in days, and I’m 90% sure the neighbors think I’m running a sweatshop for feral foxes out of my kitchen. (They’re not wrong.)
But let’s be real—this is why I do it. Tomorrow night, when those boys run onto the field under the lights, the stands are going to shake with Lakers pride. The tridents will be up, the cowbells will be deafening, and the moms (me included) will be screaming like our lives depend on it. Because this isn’t just football—it’s family, it’s community, it’s tradition, and it’s chaos wrapped in blue and gold.
So, if you’ve got your gear, wear it proud. If you didn’t order yet—well, good luck hearing me over the bells tomorrow when I tell you “you snoozed, you losed.”
Here’s to homecoming week, feral energy, and raising hell in the stands. Fear the Trident.
Stay loud. Stay proud. Stay feral. 🖤💛💙
—The Feral Fox Co.
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