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Wednesday, August 30, 2006


I’m having surgery tomorrow. After talking with my Doctor, it doesn’t look like the recovery time or the steps to get there are going to be nearly as horrible as the good folks at the ER made it sound. I’ll let you guys know more when I do.
Pain or no pain, the show must go on. That’s right, it’s time for another installment of The Darwin Awards. This one is so far fetched, I have trouble believing it, but it has apparently been verified by the good folks on the Darwin Committee.

(1996, Mississauga Canada) Some men will got to extraordinary lengths to prove how macho they are. Frenchman Pierre Pumpille recently shunted a stationary car two feet by headbutting it. "Women thought I was a god," he explained from his hospital bed.
Deity or not, however, Pumpille is a veritable girl's blouse compared to Polish farmer Krystof Azninski, who staked a strong claim to being Europe's most macho man by cutting off his own head in 1995. Azninski, 30, had been drinking with friends when it was suggested they strip naked and play some "men's games". Initially they hit each other over the head with frozen turnips, but then one man upped the ante by seizing a chainsaw and cutting off the end of his foot. Not to be outdone, Azninski grabbed the saw and, shouting "Watch this then," je swung at his own head and chopped it off.
"It's funny," said one companion, "when he was young he put on his sister's underwear. But he died like a man."

Tuesday, August 29, 2006

Just One of Those Days

So, last night was my first night back to karate after my near miss with the spa chemicals. It was going pretty well, actually. I had a few coughing fits, but overall I felt pretty good about being back in the dojo. About forty five minutes into the session, as I was setting up for a switch kick, I fell to my knees. You see, for a proper switch kick, you use your lead leg as a distraction while you “load” your lag leg. I heard a loud smack and it felt like someone kicked the crap out of my left calf.

By the time my knees hit the floor I was already looking behind me for which turkey had hit me from behind. No one was close enough to have delivered a blow. In the split second it took me to form that thought in my mind a wave of nausea swept over me. What’s that all about? I thought. I pushed myself to my feet, knowing instantly that something was amiss. I couldn’t feel my heel. No, that doesn’t quite accurately describe the sensation. I knew it was there, but it was a lot lighter than it should be.

I limped over to a chair and began a little self-examination. It didn’t take long to realize that I could see my Achilles Tendon on my left ankle. Yep, I blew it smooth out…gone…no longer attached…no longer able to move my foot correctly.

I called my wife and she came, picked me up and rushed me to the ER. Thank goodness, we rushed. It only took them eight, that’s right I said eight hours to get me in and out of there. I was nearly stupid with pain and sleep deprivation by seven o’clock this morning.

They took some x-rays (to make sure no bones were broken as well) and set me up with a nifty little splint and some crutches. Just call me Hop Along for…well, a long time. I meet with the surgeon in the morning for MRIs to assess exactly how bad the damage is. Then I will have surgery this week to dig the tendon (pieces?) out of my calf and re-attach them to my heel. They will let the incision heal for about two weeks, then I get a new cast every six months with my foot in a different position for each. Every iteration takes my foot a little closer to resting in a 90 degree angle with my leg. For the seventh month, I’ll get to wear one of those nifty “space boot” contraptions with the Velcro straps. Then, the real fun begins…physical therapy. Woot! I can’t wait…

But then, I guess I will be doing a lot of waiting. It looks like it will be every bit of a year before I’ll be able to truly enjoy any of my athletic pastimes. Oh well, it could have been worse…I could have popped them both.

So, how’s your day going?

Monday, August 28, 2006


Wow, I can’t believe the weekend is already over. It was time well spent. Though, obviously it didn’t feel like it was enough for us.

Friday, I received a call from my wife. She showed up at the Daycare to drop off our son and the promptly informed her that someone had stolen their vans during the night. Which mean they couldn’t transport to or from school. Good times… What kind of a jackass steals from a daycare? I’m hoping they have everything sorted out by Monday. If my wife or I had schedules as such that we could drop off or pick up from school, we wouldn’t need to have daycare at all.

Saturday was Tyler’s (fourth and final) birthday party. Some of you may remember that he wanted to wait until my wife came home from the UK before he had his big bash. It was a smashing success with a houseful of screaming 9-year-olds little angels. We played games, they played chase, roughhoused, and ran up and down the stairs, screaming like banshees for close to three hours. I’m pretty sure everyone had a good time.

Sunday, we (which you know…means me but with the encouragement of the rest of the family, lol) did a few minor house repairs and spent the rest of the day hanging out and watching movies.

Now, I’m off to talk to the daycare about what their plans are for providing transportation for all of their school age children.

So, how was your weekend?

Friday, August 25, 2006

Friday 55 (The Burning)

The pink blanket slips from her fingers, floats to the floor. She stares at it, unbelieving. The painted faces of clowns on the wall smile at her, taunting her. Their faces swell and distort as the heat in the room rises. Flames lick at her skin. Her broken heart slows…stops. She doesn’t need it anymore.

Thursday, August 24, 2006

Good News and Pimpage

She’s back!!!!! Yep, my wife made it home and she is safe and sound(ish?). She surprised me yesterday afternoon with a phone call from Chicago. Life is good.

I ran into one of my cousins, Johnny Duke, the other day and it turns out he has his own website now.
He is one helluva an artist and I would be a horrible family member if I didn’t take a second to point you fine people in his direction. He is a singer, songwriter and can play the dickens out of a guitar. He primarily plays country music, but he has been none to get down and dirty with a little southern rock and performs many songs with that “Old Time Rock & Roll” feel.
They’ve been known to tour all over the country and have opened for bands from Pam Tillis to Diamond Rio. If you have an opportunity, I recommend you catch one of their shows.

Wednesday, August 23, 2006


It’s time for another installment of The Darwin Awards.

(1996, Mississauga Canada) Man slips, falls 23 stories to his death. A man cleaning a bird feeder on his balcony of his condominium apartment in this Toronto suburb slipped and fell 23 stories to his death, police said Monday. Stefan Macko, 55, was standing on a wheeled chair Sunday when the accident occurred, said Inspector D'Arcy Honer of the Peel regional police. "It appears the chair moved and he went over the balcony, " Honer said. "It's one of those freak accidents. No foul play is suspected."

Tuesday, August 22, 2006

Voices and a Movie Review

Ever wonder what I sound like? Perhaps if you go here it will sate your curiosity. I’ll also add the link to my side bar so you can check it out from time to time to see if I’ve added anything new.

And now on to the movie review…

Ring Around The Rosie was a movie I spotted in the aisles. I picked it up, studied the back and for the life of me I couldn’t remember seeing a trailer or hearing anything at all about it. As I was loading up on movies my wife would normally snub, I rented it.

This was a surprisingly good movie. Oh, sure it had a “B-movie” feel to it, but in a good way. There were a few WTF moments, but overall I was quite pleased with it.


Ring Around the Rosie is a supernatural thriller about a woman (GINA PHILIPS) who fulfills her grandmother’s last request by cleaning out the family’s mountain estate and finds herself condemned to a house with buried secrets from the past terrorizing and haunting her present. She and her boyfriend, Jeff, drive out to the family's old, sprawling run-down mansion where Karen quickly meets Pierce (TOM SIZEMORE, Heat, Black Hawk Down) who takes care of the horses in the stables. There’s something about him that seems off to her, but she figures if her grandparents trusted him, she should too. When her sister shows up, things begin to spiral out of control as the dark secrets of the past work their way to the surface until they explode in a flood of revelations that will send you reeling with the implications.

I would have been upset had I watched this in the theaters, but as a renter…it was a nice distraction for the evening.

Rating: 4 Stars

Monday, August 21, 2006

Where Did the Time Go?

We had a wonderful weekend filled with family, food and fussing over my son. Yes, we celebrated his birthday all weekend long. If one didn’t know better they would think we spoiled him rotten. He still has one more party to go. You see my wife had to go to the UK and she won’t be back for a few more days. When given the choice, my son decided he wanted to wait to have his big birthday bash until she could be home to join us. How selfless is that? Of course, the family recognized the need for him to actually celebrate on his birthday and I have to say, Tyler was glad they did. He was being quite grownup about the whole thing, but let’s face it…he’s nine deep down he really wanted to have some cake, smiles and congrats actually on his birthday. It was a good time had by all, but it sure seemed like the weekend just flew by. Oh, well there will be another one in a few days.

I don’t know which of us is missing my wife more, but I do know we’re both ready for her to come home. Everything just seems to flow smoother when we’re all together.

When we weren’t attending parties, we loaded up on all the crappy movies my wife refused to watch over the last few months. Yeah, I might review a couple of them, but for the most part, they were horrible and not worth the effort it would take to bash them. B movies just aren’t what they used to be…

So, how was your weekend?

Sunday, August 20, 2006

9 Years Ago Today

Nine years ago today, I woke to blood splattered sheets. Nine years ago today, I hopped in the back of an ambulance and rushed to St. Francis Hospital. Nine years ago today, I held a woman’s hand as she struggled to figure out what was happening. I assured her everything was going to be alright, but inside I was scared to death...for so many reasons Nine years ago today, I brushed away crusted hair as I gazed into the eyes that would change my life forever. When those eyes opened and looked into mine, a bond was formed that words alone can’t describe. Nine years ago today, my son was born.

Happy Birthday Tyler. I love you and I thank you for the life you’ve given me.

Saturday, August 19, 2006

A Meme

Ok, I found this meme over at Carrie’s blog. If you decide to play along, let me know so I can come see your answers.

1. My roommate and I once: set off for a trip to Italy while we were living in Germany, we met some girls on the train and wound up in Berlin for two weeks. We never made it to the boot.
2. Never in my life have I: surfed in Bali. Man, I really want to do that before I get to old to spring up on a board.
3. The one person who can drive me nuts, but then can always manage to make me smile is: My son.
4. High school was: a blur of different schools with the same stupid cliques and keggers after every game.
5. When I'm nervous: I get mad or at the very least edgy. I guess it’s some stupid self-defense mechanism.
6. The last time I cried was: from sadness I would have to say while I was comforting my son over the death of his hamster. Though, I must note that the accidental inhalation of chlorine will get the tears a flowin’.
7. If I were to get married right now, my bridesmaids/groomsmen would be: confused as I am already happily married.
8. Would you rather run naked through a crowded place or have someone e-mail your deepest secret to all your friends? I have no problems being naked. So, this is a no brainer.
9. My hair: is already becoming salt and peppered.
10. When I was 5: I had a denim leisure suit that my mom made for me.
11. Last Christmas: Santa was naughty.
12. When I turn my head left: I see my fish tank.
13. I should be: working on my next novel.
14. When I look down I see: my fingers?
15. The craziest recent event was: my near death experience while tending to my spa.
16. If I were a character on "Friends" I'd be: Joey…How YOU doin’?
17. By this time next year: I can’t see that far into the future right now. There are way too many variables.
18. My favorite aunt is: none, I have a huge family and I love them all.
19. I have a hard time understanding: how the individual can be so smart but the masses are so ignorant.
20. One time at a family gathering: me and my cousins had a impromptu battle with Saturn missiles and bottle rockets. It ended ugly…and upbruptly.
21. You know I like you if: my tail wags.
22. If I won an award, the first person (people) I'd thank: all the people that made it possible. You love me…you really really love me.
23. Take my advice: the oxen moves slow but the earth is patient.
24. My ideal breakfast is: a Goodman Omelet.
25. If you visit my home town: How long do you have to live in one place before it becomes your hometown?
26. Sometime soon I plan to visit: Cozumel (once they finish rebuilding).
27. If you spend the night at my house: don’t hand me no lines and keep your hands to yourself.
28. I'd stop my wedding if: Too late, that knots been tied for a while.
29. The world could do without: bigots and other close-minded individuals.
30. I'd rather lick the belly of a cockroach than: suffer idiots who pretend to know what they do not.
31. The most recent thing I've bought myself is: Scarface Limited Edition Die Cast Collectible 1963 Cadillac Series 62. Yeah…I’m a dork. What of it?
32. The most recent thing someone else bought for me is: a really cool new shirt.
33. My favorite blonde is: my wife.
34. My favorite brunette is: Sabrina Ferilli
35. My car must have a sign on it that reads: “New England Patriots”
36. The last time I was drunk: it took me several days to recover from it.
37. The animals I would like to see flying besides birds: dragons or pigs, just because of the possible backlash.
38. I shouldn't have been: so rambunctious in my younger days.
39. Have you ever shaved your head? Yep, when I was in the Army.
40. Last night I: watched by far the dumbest zombie movie…ever.
41. There's this girl I know who: steal my breath with a glance.
42. I don't know: how I survived my twenties.
43. A better name for me would be: Moonbeam.
44. If I ever go back to school I'll: take it all the way to PHd.
45. How many days until my birthday?: it’s too early for this question. I was born on December 19th…you do the math, lol.
46. One dead celebrity I wish I'd met is: Dean Martin. How lucky can one guy be?
47. I've lived at my current address since: June 2001
48. I've been told I look like: Mike Hampton.
49. If I could have any car, it would be: convertible Jaguar XJ series.
50. If I got a new cat tomorrow, I would name it: Bane as my son is allergic to cats, he would be this to his existence.

Friday, August 18, 2006

Friday 55

I fall forward. The air that leaves my chest spirals dust in my face, little sand devils taunting me, begging me to stay down. I pull myself further from the hole, dirt falling from my legs as they drag behind me. I’m free, yet not. I’ve been summoned. The world will fear me once more.

Thursday, August 17, 2006

Movie Review: V for Vendetta

Finally a movie that doesn’t shove an agenda in your face and dare you to question authority. Yeah, I didn’t make it through that one. Instead we watched V for Vendetta. People should not be afraid of their governments. Governments should be afraid of their people.

I loved this movie. It was fast paced, edgy and carried a strong message. My wife gave it a solid, “Meh”, but I must note that she watched the entire thing.

In the not too distant future, the world is plunged into chaos. Fear is used to fool people into thinking more government intervention is the only way they will survive, leading to the bleak landscape of a totalitarian Britain.
One man (Hugo Weaving) dares to expose the truth: The government is the real entity to be feared.
With an unlikely accomplice (Natalie Portman), he sets out to free the true patriots of his homeland from the iron grip of a ruthless dictator (John Hurt).
Ok, the government and future depicted in the film are oh, dear dog I can only pray a deeply exaggerated vision of our current world powers, but there are certain aspects that don’t look too far fetched.
Political messages aside, this movie is down right entertaining.

Rating: five stars.

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Wednesday, August 16, 2006


It’s time for another installment of The Darwin Awards. Before I begin, I would like to give a special thanks to Sandra for nominating this week’s winner.

(7 August 2006, Owasso Oklahoma) A pseudo-smartass, named James Goodman has spent the better part of two years ridiculing nimrods whose deaths were brought about by sheer stupidity. On a sunny day in August (the poor sap’s wedding anniversary no less), karma planted a size thirteen to his backside. Fate, it seems, isn’t so much a cruel mistress as a bitch with a horrible sense of humor.

As anyone with a pool or a hot tub can attest, one must submit to a time honored ritual of applying chemicals to the water in hopes of keeping it sanitary. Sadly, James didn’t read the warning labels on the back of these chemicals which clearly states they should be stored in a cool dry place. No, he stored them in a cabinet next to the hot tub. Dry, maybe, cool…I think not. It hasn’t been under 100 degrees F in over a week.

James, who was no doubt in a hurry to get back to spending time with his wife on their anniversary, grabbed the bottle of Shock from the tiny cabinet. In a nearly synchronized movement, he brought the bottle to his chest, looked down and turned the cap. This in itself should have been no big deal; after all, he’d done it that way every time since the purchase of the hot tub. Sadly, the extreme heat had caused a buildup of chlorine gas in the bottle which escaped in a rush with the cap was opened.

The fumes instantly took his breath and replaced it with a burning sensation in his nose and throat. When his breath finally began to return, it was in the form of “Oh, my god my head’s gonna explode” coughing. By this point, the lack of oxygen had him staggering, not to mention the inexplicable amounts of saliva and mucus that were being generated and slung far and wide by the thunderous coughing.

He managed to convey what had happened to his wife (who is a chemist by the way and immediately explained that one should never open a bottle of chemicals near their face) what had happened and they were off to the Emergency Room.

After a hit of oxygen and a rather intense breathing treatment, he had regained enough of his senses to really feel sheepish. He was warned that he may not be completely out of the woods (it is quite common for bronchitis or pneumonia to set in as a result of this kind of inhalation) and released to the custody of his much smarter wife. He is no longer allowed to be in charge of the upkeep of the hot tub.

Tuesday, August 15, 2006

Movie Review: Inside Man

We watched Inside Man the other night. This movie was better than I expected. It was full of plot twists, well developed characters, good guys/bad guys that were hard to discern and at least one evil bastard getting what they deserve.

Bank robbers, disguised as painters, march into the busy lobby of Manhattan Trust, a cornerstone Wall Street branch of a worldwide financial institution. They waste no time rounding up the patrons as they start the wheels rolling on the ultimate heist.
NYPD hostage negotiators Detectives Keith Frazier (Denzel Washington) and Bill Mitchell (Chiwetel Ejiofor) have the unenviable job of making contact with the heist’s ringleader, Dalton Russell (Clive Owen), in hopes of finding a peaceful solution to the situation.
Things getting even more complicated for Frazier with the entry of Madeline White (Jodie Foster), a seemingly all-powerful player with less than transparent motives. She demands a meeting with the ringleader and has the mayor present to ensure she gets it.
The hours drag by and Frazier becomes convinced that robbery is not the primary object of the standoff. Things are afoot and tries desperately to cling to unraveling pieces before the robbery turns into a bloodbath.

What are the robbers really after? Do the good guys win and the bad guys go out in body bags? I guess you will just have to see it to find out. I recommend that you do just that.

Rating: five stars.

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Monday, August 14, 2006

A Wing And A Prayer

I wanted to thank everyone for their concerned emails and comments during my unannounced blogging vacation. I’m fine, the family is fine…life is good. There was an incident, there was a trip to the ER, and there was a lot of tsk tsks and shaking of heads, but everything turned out ok. Be sure to tune in on Wednesday for a special edition of The Darwin Awards.

And now for something completely different…

My wife is flying to the UK today. She’s more than a little anxious about the trip. With the latest attempted act of terrorism happening so recently, I can’t really blame her. It’s not the trip over that bothers her, but the trip back. I think I’ve convinced her that right now (and probably the next few months) should be the safest possible time to fly. Everyone’s scared to death and that means everyone is paying extra close attention to security.

Having said that, it wasn’t airport security that thwarted this last plot (or any other that I’ve heard of). It was good ol’ fashion intel. Still the result is the same: Big brother is watching. You’re not getting on a plane without anything short of a cavity check and I wouldn’t be surprised if we don’t see more of that in the near future for all the good it will do them. Sadly, I’m not so sure any of it actually does anything more than harass the innocent traveler. Still, if there’s even a remote chance that an extra set of hoops to jump through will keep another plane from being used as a bomb, I suppose I’m just fine subjecting myself to the hassle.

What’s your take on it? Does the added security give you peace of mind or is it just a giant pain in the ass that won’t deter anyone but the old fashion nut-job hijackers?

Monday, August 07, 2006

And the Winner Is...

Michelle (of House of Lime fame) has officially won the drawing for a copy of , Anonymous Lawyer. Michelle, if you would be so kind as to send me an email with your address, I will pass it along to the publisher and your book will arrive shortly.

There were so many entries, I felt bad picking just one winner, so in an unheard of act of kindness, I decided to give away my copy of the book as well. I reached back into the bowl and the second winner is, Linda Goodman. Yes, you may have noticed the last name similarity and yes, this person is kin to me. In fact, she’s my mom. Before you go shouting that the game is rigged, it’s not, I almost put her name aside and drew again for fear of being charged with favoritism, but then I realized that wouldn’t be fair to her either. So, there you go.

Thanks for playing.

On a side note, today is my 5th wedding anniversary. I was going to do an entire post dedicated to telling the world how I love her now as much as the day we were married and how she is my world, my voice, my sanity, etc. It’s all been done before. Instead, I’ve decided to follow some of the best advice I’ve received since starting my writing career: Show don’t tell.

I took the day off and I’ve spent nearly every second of our three day weekend, showing her how much she means to me. I love her and I aim to make sure she never forgets what gaining my love means for her.

I hope everyone had a great weekend.

Friday, August 04, 2006

Friday 55

Fingers grip me, tender, rough, urgent. Breath comes in gulps between the moans. Her body glistens with sweat. My hands slide under her, grip her shoulder, brings her closer. She gasps. She pushes. Her body falls limp. I grip her hand. The baby’s cry pulls me away. Tears of mourning fall on tears of life.

Thursday, August 03, 2006

Review: Anonymous Lawyer

I recently received my very first ARC as a result of this blog. I have had a few other fringe benefits over the years in exchange for a kind word or a little help pimping promoting a friends business, but this is the first time for something like this. I have to say…I hope this is the start of a trend.

Jeremy Blachman sent me an email a couple of weeks ago that provided some specifics about his upcoming book, Anonymous Lawyer. It is the story of the devil himself the hiring partner of one of the most prestigious law firms on the planet. Now before you start rolling your eyes and making bold claims of, “It’s all been done before”, I must inform you that the entire story is laid out in the form of a blog and a series of emails. I’ll freely admit it…I was skeptical. Don’t get me wrong, I read blogs all the time, but a book in this format? How the hell is that supposed to work? Curiosity (and the prospect of a free book) outweighed my reservations and I agreed to give it a read.

I laughed, I groaned, I almost felt sorry for a lawyer. Once I found the time to sit down with the book, I couldn’t put it down. It has a nice flow despite the unusual format and I gobbled it up as quickly as I could. This book provides a funny if not oh dear god I hope over exaggerated glimpse into life at a firm, complete with intrigue, torture, pub crawls, political games, scandal, law students and yes Mr. Blachman even managed to work in a nice amount of sexuality.

I highly recommend picking up a copy of this book. I don’t care what genre you normally frequent, there is a high probability you will find this a fun read.

But wait don’t take my word for it, Jeremy has agreed to spread the ARC love a little further. I am authorized to have a little contest in which the winners also get their very own copy of Anonymous Lawyer. If you are interested, send me an email (or you know...tell me in the comments). I will place all of the names in a bowl, give them a good shake and draw the winner. Once I’ve announced the lucky reader, the publisher will send the book directly to you (after I’ve collected your address and passed it along of course). I will stop accepting entries Sunday night (at midnight CST) and will announce the winner on the following Monday.

Alrighty then, let the games begin.

Wednesday, August 02, 2006


That’s right, it’s time for another installment of The Darwin Awards.

(30 September 1996, Finland) In a private rail yard, an engineer and two crew members were shunting freight cars to their unloading points. The final task was to dock thirteen loaded timber cars, and one filled with ammonia. The crewmember to watch was riding on the stepboard of the ammonia car, holding a handrail for balance. This common practice is considered safe, since the maximum shunting speed is 5 kph.
However, his next move was anything but safe.
The ammonia car needed to be separated from the timber cars. Following the normal procedure, the train is halted after the switch, and backed to the correct track, where the ammonia car is uncoupled, and then the rest of the train continues on. But the engineer wasn't sure the yard engine could start moving again with the timber, so he decided to leave the ammonia car on the level track after the slope beyond the switch.
He shared this plan with his crew.
The clever crew member riding on the ammonia car realized that the engineer's new plan meant more work for him, so he decided to make it easy on himself, and uncouple the ammonia car while the train was moving -- without informing the others.
To uncouple the car, he performed the following tasks: He moved from the stepboard to the fender and coupler, which have no real foothold, hung from the ammonia car's handrail, and closed its switch valve. Then he hung from the timber car's handrail and closed its switch valve. He disconnected the inter-car brake hose with his foot. Lastly, he disconnected the coupler, uncoupling the cars.
After accomplishing this impressive acrobatic feat, the crewmember still had to stop the ammonia car in the right place. He intended to use the brake valve next to his foot. However, when the inter-car brake hose is disconnected, opening the brake valve results in emergency maximum-strength braking. Although the crewmember was aware of this fact, the strength of the braking apparently surprised him. Since he was clinging precariously to the ammonia car, one foot on the fender and one foot on the brake valve, he was in no position to maintain his balance. He was thrown onto the rail, where the front wheels of the ammonia car ran across his torso, killing him instantly.
The car stopped less than five meters away, 150 meters too early, so his timesaving efforts were for naught.

Tuesday, August 01, 2006

Pigskins and Pipsqueaks

My son started football last night. Sure, he went to the camp last week, but this is the first time he actually suited up and met the other players on his team. He was absolutely adorable in his micro-sized pads and his micro-sized jersey.

It was only his first practice, but he’s already showing potential. No, I didn’t see any bursts of lightning speed, no I didn’t feel the vibrations from any thunderous hits, and no it wasn’t a display of throwing/catching the ball. When the coaches spoke, he hung on their every word. He is hungry to learn. The skills may or may not come later, but he’s already on the right track by actually paying attention.

I tried to talk him into waiting another year before he strapped on the pads (I didn’t start playing football until I was in the fourth grade and I turned out just fine), but he really had his heart set on this year. I hope it’s not a mistake letting him start so young. I figure it will either make him a better player or cause him to burn out before high school. Only time will tell.

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