Three of my four boys currently don the traditional gear several nights a week in an effort to get better, enjoy being part of a team, and entertain me. And entertain they do! I love watching them improve their skills, grow in confidence, and even handle some rough life lessons. They win, they lose, they know how to watch film! They have learned to be humble when called for, resilient after a tough loss, and encouraging to a player needing a pat on the back.
They learn to trust their coaches and trust themselves. They have learned that to get better requires work- and no one else can do it for them. They get so much more than exercise when they step on that field, whether it's the practice field or the game field; Whether the stands are packed or they're performing for no one.
I hope they play forever. I hope they remember every minute of every practice, every game, every pep talk, every teammate, every banner they break through. I hope they look back and remember every tackle they made, every touchdown they scored, every pass they caught. I hope they don't need pictures to remember, but if they do Coach Sorrow has given us all a perfect one. Most of all, when they remember, I hope they remember a hundred glorious nights just like Tuesday night. I know I will.
Two big pieces of my heart are out there; but that's a picture of a team with a whole lot of heart.
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