The thing I was trying to get out yesterday in the virtual space was that my kid is going to the FCS playoffs. We know now that he’s going to be playing against Tarleton State in Texas. They run the Wake Forest slow mesh, so you know what I’ll be dissecting this week and here on Wednesday. Today I want to talk about the pride I have in how far he’s come. The other day my brother was talking about the eldest. He said that the boy reminds him of a duck. You think he’s just still, letting the current drag him, but he’s making those moves below the surface. He’s right to be certain. The kids all express themselves in different fashions. Her three and my three are bound by is as parents but one could not be more different from the next.
My cfb player has worked his butt off to get to where he is, and he’s on a precipice even in this moment. He has big choices to make and this is a year where there is going to be a tidal level of movement in the sport because of rule and money changes. He needs this playoff game to show the world he can actually ball. He’s built to meet these challenges and always excited about the opportunity. He has the drive I never did. His younger bro is more like I was, and likely destined to fail if he stays along the path of meh he is on. He could be the best out of all of us if he worked as hard.
Hard work comes natural to the mid kid. That is not why I’m so proud. He doesn’t give up. That is why I am.