When I walk out of my room, the bright light stings my eyes. Mom asks why I’m up so early but she already knows the answer. It’s Friday. I’m too excited to sleep on Game Days. “Like father, like son,” Mom says. She gets me. I love Fridays.
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Coach, I Hope Our Son Grows Up to Be Just Like You
If my son grows up to become a man who is: loyal, hardworking, and spends his life serving others, just like his dad, what else could I ask for?
Dear Son, You Don’t Have to Play Football
Your dad and I will be your biggest cheerleaders no matter what you do and no matter where life takes you. We love you more than you will ever know, and nothing will ever change that.
I’m a Coach’s Wife, But I Won’t Let My Son Play Youth Football
I was born Wednesday, August 28, 1985. On September 14, 1985 I attended my first football game. I was seventeen days old. My dad was a football and baseball coach most of my life. I loved it. I loved having my birthday parties at the game on Friday night followed by a slumber party at …