I believe my son is afraid to play football. His brother, a Varsity player, tore his ACL. His other brother has bursitis from overworking his legs. He himself landed hard and perhaps sprained his knee and hasn’t been right since. He played so poorly last game and so timidly that I was speechless as a coach and entirely ready to see him on the B team. It appears that I am past the point of believing that I have the power to turn my kids into super stars. They are going to be what they are going to be under their own power and determination.
This is not the way I planned things in my head. Still, this is the way things are now. This is how things are. I am trying to come to a place of acceptance of how things are in my life and come to an understanding of how I want things to be in the future. This is evolution.
How it lands on an 11 year old boy is a different conversation. I’ve written at length about my concerns about being a good dad. In my own lineage being a good dad merely means not running out. My step dad died when I was 12. My real dad may or may not be alive in one of the Carolinas. I don’t know and I am not entirely sure I care. I do know that there is a definite possibility I will one day soon run out on my kids and I hate myself for that, but there is a reason for everything in life. No, this is not me forgiving this man. This is me trying to come to an understanding of how things are and how I want them to be in the future.
Life is hard. Making life choices is hard.
Some Thoughts:
- The Dak injury is a rough one. That man’s foot fell off. Still, I hope the Giants make the decision to pursue him in free agency. They need a leader like that in the locker room. They need a QB who can step up and do the job. Danny Drops is not that guy.
- The Cowboys are not good. Yet the Giants are worse.
- I think about football an awful lot. Even the youth stuff.