Flag Football

Football. It is a way of life. Our life. Not a day goes by where I don't have to dodge a flying football just to get to my kitchen. (Yes, footballs being thrown in the house, somehow I lost that battle...)

He has grown up going to every one of his big brother's football games.

Many days he would carry a football behind his back and walk up to his daddy and say, "Daddy, guess what I have?" and they would play catch. He has been throwing since he was 2. He even holds the laces the right way, just like Daddy showed him.

He is one hell of a little football player. This is going to be a good year.




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