Knuckledragger

It's the greatest time of year known as the Dog Days of Summer. Baseball is in the final stretch, the Olympics are starting, and NFL and College Football are in camp, but that's not what does it for me. For me it's the start of HS Football fall camp. My oldest son graduated this year but I've got a Freshman starting and soon he will be at his first HS Practice. The smell of the feshly cut grass, the stink of sweat, and the sound of striking pads that every father loves to hear. It's popcorn and a soda on Friday night, it's the holding of your breath as the ball leaves the QBs hands, and it's the smile on his mother's face everytime he picks himself up off the turf uninjured. Boys becoming men, learning more about themselves than can be taught in any classroom. Individuals leaning on each other and becoming a team and forging friendships that will last a lifetime. And you thought it was just a game of inches.