Youth Football

This is a mere sample of the photos and newspaper clippings that my dad kept.  He was an assistant coach for the years I played youth football.  My brother Miles played on one of the teams.  There were also cousins who either played or were cheerleaders at different times.  I was amazed and moved by the sheer volume of items my dad saved for me. The handwriting on some of the items above is his.  I remember him telling me that coaching those pee wee football teams (and baseball teams) was a wonderful time in his life.  He was there for everything, and the memories I have are very happy ones.  I recall once, after a practice at the high school, my dad, who was 40, lining up to race our fastest players.  I was up in the stands watching it.  My dad smoked them!  In my mind, he was this old guy who could never beat them.  Funny!