Phriday Night Lights
Our son Josh is playing football his senior year for the North Raleigh Christian Academy Knights. He is the strong guard, playing next to a 300 pound giant tackle (Josh is not in this picture). As a typical, proud father, I screamed like a fool the whole game (all positive, I am a veteran of Upward Basketball), and now I hope I can do the seminar tomorrow night at a church in High Point (oops).
Josh played very well. We started slowly and fell behind 14-6. But we roared back and won 38-28. Guards don’t get a lot of pub, but Josh played great. On one play he plastered a dude, and the guy had a hard time getting up. Now, I don’t enjoy injuries, but I do like the fact the football is one of the few places left where a young man can actually be a man in our feminized (including in the church) culture. So my son may not be perfect, but he is a man, no doubt about it.
I am proud of you son, for playing your heart out and giving your best for the team.
August 23rd, 2006 at 6:07 am
An offensive guarg may get no pomp. But man, there is nothing liking catching a guy unawares when you pull for a trap play. Its better than a touchdown.
Dougald
August 23rd, 2006 at 6:07 am
I meant gaurd.
August 25th, 2006 at 6:48 pm
What was the score of the 25th game? I was at the game last week, but not this week. I hope they did well. I am friends with the coach.