This grandson, Gabe, the boy on the right, is the first in our family since my father to want to play football. Several weekends ago I went to see him play. What fun! Indian Summer did not hurt either. I was very impressed by this particular football program. I watched how many adult males were involved, and how they handled the boys. I was impressed by how focused the boys were. My grandson has left four different jackets at school in one year, but on the football field and on the bench Gabe’s helmet was always in his arms, when not on his head. But the aspect that I liked the best, is that in the current feminization of boys, here on the field they were able to be male, using their DNA and starting to act like men. They were a team. Each player had their position, which had it’s specific duties. The boys are learning that what they do affects others. If they miss a block the quarterback will be sacked. Whining was not in evidence. I thought what a gift this was for the boys without a male influence in their life.
Yes, I saw him at the bottom of the pile.
Need anyone be worried that this boy is out of touch with his inner self, yesterday he started viola lessons.