It’s not actually about football, is it? A couple of months into my first married season, in 2017, where my only skin in the game (bone of my bone, flesh of my flesh, amen) was Ben at the start, I now have vested interest in every single player, inhaling and exhaling with their triumphs and …
Now, I laugh at the mention of an “off-season,” I add two hours on when coach says he will be home in fifteen, and I relish the challenge of attempting anything I’ve never tried before.
Despite the message being simple, it seems to be a constant reminder that if they just keep practicing, if they just continue to put the effort in, if they just focus on the game, it will all pay off.
It’s here I’ve grieved the loss of a best friend and fellow football coach.
It’s here I’ve watched teams rally together and beat teams they had no business beating. I watched them show heart and courage that inspires me to be better.
It’s here I’ve celebrated being engaged.
It’s here I've gotten my first look at wedding photos in an unexpected email.
It’s here I’ve learned how to cook from my tribe of coaches wives.
It’s here I’ve cried on the shoulders of friends, family, my tribe, and coach friends for the loss of my grandparents.
