It’s no secret that I love youth football.
My exploits as a coach on my son Jackson’s football team last year was something I blogged about incessantly—much to the nausea of many folks in cyberspace.
This year is Jackson’s last year with the Franklin Cowboys. He will go on to play in middle school next year.
We were off to a great start this season. Our team was looking good!
Even though the Special Teams coach was desperately in need of a haircut on picture day.
Jackson has been in prime shape.
QB’ing his team to the State Championship last year was a great experience for him.
In my life, I’ve always had to learn the lesson that…once you think you’re in a great spot…calamity can strike.
It was just a basic tackling drill during practice.
Jackson said he heard and felt a loud pop in his knee.
Turns out he broke his distal femur right at the growth plate in his knee.
A season ending injury!
One of life’s strange twists…pun intended.
To his credit, he still goes to practice and is honorary team captain at the coin toss before every game.
It kills him to stand on the sidelines in crutches.
But he has a good attitude...and that makes me proud.
We are doing pretty well on Special Teams so far.
Although I sure do miss Jackson’s speed on the outside.
One of the good things about getting older is that I’ve learned to deal with disappointment better.
I hope that will be true for some after the upcoming election…
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