Football

 

It was the perfect day to sit in the sun and watch my grand guy play football.

Note for reference:  his mom is six feet tall.

I always think about how much my dad would enjoy watching the games.  My dad often spoke of his high school football days.  He said he would go to practice and games with other players in a wagon pulled by horses.  It seems impossible, but surely I'm not making this up.

He loved going to local high school and college games, and if the family was short on money that week he would wait until half time, when there was no longer an admission charge.

I'm not  much of an emotional person, but I always do get emotional thinking of how happy my dad would have been to watch his great grandson play.