Perspective

Tonight I sat in the stands of Jack White Stadium and watched a team from the myspace-text-message generation play their hearts out. There on the sideline stood a familiar yet much older coach hunched over and moving slightly slower than I remember. His notorious “ear fro” had become a much more stately gray. Late in the first quarter the sky opened and the rain came down. It was a cool and drenching downpour that was undoubtedly “loved” by the players on the field. Perfect weather for football faithful everywhere.

Sitting there on the south end of the stadium near the 30 yard line watching the cheerleaders “gigolo” and the coach “break the bone” I realized that not much had really changed. It was about this time 20 years ago that I took the field with a few good guys that would eventually become my best bros. Beside me my boy watched critically, occasionally parroting my “PI, PI!” calls. To the other side my girls invented cheers and dreamed of a time where the spotlight would be theirs. It was in that moment that I realized how important it is to never forget where you come from. It is, after all, the best indicator of where you are going.

Oh! By the way…

The Tornadoes CRUSHED the Warhawks 37-7!!