Sometimes your phone needs a little attitude too.

I put together this collection of FREE Mustang phone wallpapers for athletes, students, parents, and anyone who loves a little faith, football, toughness, and humor mixed together.

Some will remind you who you play for. Some will remind you to compete. And a few are simply there because teenage boys apparently communicate almost entirely through trash talk and one-liners.

You’ll find designs like Compete Today, Be Tough, Built for More, plus a few of my favorites:
Siri, set an alarm for those sleeping on us.
I never play tag because I know I’m it.
Call me butter ’cuz I know I’m on a roll.
Passed all my classes except recess… because I don’t play.
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And because I want these to be about more than looking cool, several include Scripture and reminders that the way we compete, work, lead, and treat people matters too.

These are completely FREE to download for personal use. Save your favorite image to your phone, open your phone’s wallpaper settings, and set it as your Lock Screen or Home Screen.

Grab one. Grab them all. Send the link to your teammates. Change them out for game day, lifting days, or whenever you need a reminder to work harder, be tougher, and compete for something bigger than yourself.

No email. No purchase. Just free.

Made with a whole lot of love for the athletes growing up in our little West Texas town.
❤️ Go Mustangs.
🏈 Compete hard.
✝️ Live for something bigger.
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— Medley 6 Pack

Here, once you hit 4th grade or so, you can play 7 on 7 football. I honestly don't even know what that means, but the teams are coached by high school football players and they only play half the field. It's very up-beat and fast paced. The high schoolers/coaches hoop and holler and cheer for the boys. There are lots of hive fives and chest bumps. It's a lot of fun to watch. It was until today...

Once the temps in Texas drop to the 80's, it's a sign the fall is on its way. That a good thing. I love fall - a lot. I really like it... every thing about it.  The new school year is on its way, pumpkin everything comes back, the local corn maize is open... 

Being a boy mom in Texas bring fall to a whole new level. I have watched more football the last few weeks that I ever did growing up in a house with just my mom and sister. It's every night, all the time. However, this was my view of the 7 on 6 game today. wrapped in a blanket, huddled under an umbrella.

It's up to the coaches and players if the game stops or if they keep playing. They decided they were wet anyway and kept playing. The high school boys were freezing and didn't have to continue. They could have gone home, gotten warm, eaten a warm home cooked meal with their families, but they choose to make an amazing memory with these boys.

The parents scattered to get umbrellas and jackets and more blankets and reconvened quickly to watch our boys have the time of their lives. We lined up in along the edge of the field and watched as they slid around and couldn't hold on to the wet ball. The player on our team with glass couldn't see a thing. And they loved it.

Small town Texas football is a sight to behold. After two games on the road, the big day finally has arrived! After a summer of workouts, drills, and tournaments, it is finally time for my son to use all the skills he has learned on the football field, our football field at home in our town.

After 8 years of playing against the other neighborhood school teams, the 7th grade is finally together. The first game at home is a big one -and comes with a pep rally!  Football boys march in like middle school royalty around the gym giving high fives those student on the front rows of the bleachers that line the square. Dancing and chants and speeches accompanied by loud music and cheers from the middle school faithful. It was a sign to be hold - nothing like what I expected a middle school pep rally to look like. 

With our 7th grader being the oldest, his firsts are our firsts. By the time our 1st grader gets to middle school, we should be pro's. But this day, our first pep rally, I we had no idea what to expect. I arrived first. Nana picked up the youngest. They sat on the other side of the gym. My hubby can't find me and just finds a seat. The joy of being in a small town is that you are never without a friend close by. 

After the spirit competitions, awards for the best "Hip-Hop" dressed, and speeches from the athletes, we moved to the field. By game time it was a mere 90 degrees. Families gathered on the old rickety bleachers at the grass field behind the middle school. The visitors sat on one end and we sat other other, with only one set of bleachers at the middle school. Now that our boys have grown, parents have to move up a few rows to see the game over their heads. The days of sitting in our bag chairs watching them pull flags are over.

These boys are big and at times it seems the boys they are lined up against are even bigger. Sometimes it's all this momma can do to stay on the benches and not share my thoughts (brilliant and insightful as they may be) with those boys.  This day, it seems that they didn't need my advice...

The third game of the season and the first at home, the boys walked away with a 44-0 win.