When Touch Football Feels Like Tackle
“Jim, your Boy Scout troop is organizing a Father and Son touch football game. I just got an email. They are looking to play this Saturday at 1pm behind the elementary school. The weather is supposed to be unseasonably mild. It will be kind of like a holiday get together and reunion for all the families. What do you say, you and me join them for a rousing game of pigskin?
Seated on his bed holding the controls to a video game and so much more, Jim looked up at me. Without the slightest bit of entertainment, my stepson politely squeaked, “I’ll be with my father.”
-Reaching out to touch someone never felt more like tackle football.
Labels: family
posted by Joe Tornatore | 9:52 AM
8 Comments:
Is today January 2nd already. I must have had a good tome last night!
anonymous,
yes but I am still tackling the football game.
I'm not quite sure who scored, here?
anonymous,
Wasn't me.
ahhh i love ya
Diane,
Is that code or something?
Hi Joe: I have been enjoying your stuff, however the Football story, really got to me as my husband the stepfather of 4 has often experienced the same.
P.S. I'll never forget whats her name _ ha ha Mary Jeffers
Mary,
Who would have known your retirement would mean reading my blog? thanks for stopping by.
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