What I Miss About Football
I miss…
riding the five-man sled.
spitting sunflower seeds on people.
4-4 defense with stunting SAFETIES.
my assistant coaches.
up-downs.
supermans in the mud.
concocting some unlikely remedy for fire ant bites, such as potash and rubbing alcohol.
tutoring a player in study hall, looking up, and catching other players paying attention.
sneezing from cut grass.
referees saying, “Oh, we know who you are.”
not knowing if cheerleaders actually attended the games.
Michael running sweep right behind a pulling guard for a touchdown.
watching Josh run and turning a busted play into a touchdown.
families who don’t cuss me out.
wondering if my parents will show up for the game.
watching SV kicking it deep.
seeing the defense hold em.
players who come to me when they get in trouble.
seeing the offense not hold em.
Jonathan busting up the play.
seeing “Cookie” throw-up. (I know. Damn the blue slushees.)
going to Bojangle’s after the game and the players cleaning up after themselves and other people.
all my teams.
