Football Epilogue

I've been busy. Busy helping coach an awesome group of 7th graders.  Naturally, my background playing on the O line is lending itself to coaching the line. This is my second season of coaching; commensurate with my son starting to play tackle football.  He actually got a couple of year jump on me. I didn't start seriously playing football until 8th grade. I did play earlier on, but in those days the rules for bigger players were different. Instead of "striping" the players where you limit the positions the bigger guys can play. I was moved up into an age group according to my weight. For me that meant I was a 4th grader playing with the 7th graders. Not only was I physically not there with the other kids being as big, but stronger/more developed, there was a gap in the playing mentality. Anyhow, more on this another time. This year's team is pretty good with only one loss. That loss was our first game of the season and could easily be written off as we ...

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