The shining monument to greed, avarice, corruption, hypocrisy, pomposity, treachery, tyranny and sophistry still stands in our nation’s capitol. We will deal with it in the fullness of time.
As I sat last Saturday, watching my grandson and his teammates on the Winnebago Indian Junior Tackle squad do battle with the Oregon Hawks, I couldn’t help but muse how fortunate these young people were. They have the support of moms, dads, siblings, grandparents and friends. Parents pay for their uniforms and equipment, make sure they make it to practice and to games and usually some family time afterwards. All the kids have to worry about is having a good time, listening and learning from their coaches, and practicing good sportsmanship. Coming from a small town they’ve yet to be touched by racial hatred. They still have time for video games, texting and such, but they have no concerns about the burdens and responsibilities they’ll face as adults. They will never be this young, this energetic, this carefree ever again and it will be a long time before they look back and remember these days fondly. How I envy them.
RJ IS #35,WAITING FOR THE KICKOFF
STOPPING THE OREGON BALL CARRIER
THE KIDS HAVE A HEAD COACH AND FOUR ASSISTANT.THE ONE IN THE SUNGLASSES AND LOUD SHORTS IS RJs DAD
GOOD SPORTSMANSHIP IS TAUGHT AT ALL LEVELS OF PLAY