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Post by gacoach on Oct 28, 2009 10:22:53 GMT -6
My six year old son fell off the monkey bars on Sunday and complained that his left arm hurt. It didn't look bad, so I thought he had just sprained it. On Monday he came to practice with me, and his older brother, until his Mom could pick them up. He kept telling me that it still hurt and was holding it up. My wife took him to the emergency room, and of course, it was broken.
That night when I got home I asked him that I saw him playing around at practice and he said that yes he was, but his arm was still hurting. During practice he observed us doing a drill, and he and brother always liked to mimic what we do on the field, on the sidelines. So when I asked him what he was doing he said "Nothing"......"Just Oklahoma".........a six and an eight year old doing Oklahoma and one of them has a broken arm. Love it.
He's fine now and didn't hurt it worse. I just need to stop treating him like a sixteen year old, and remember he's only 6.
Love those boys.
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Post by fbdoc on Oct 28, 2009 11:25:36 GMT -6
Enjoy those days coach! I remember them well ... peewee, pop warner, Middle School, then playing 3 years for me in high school... off to college, and now... he's coaching our middle school team! I can still see him "tackling" the dummies on our sideline when he was 5 or 6 Those days go by fast!
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Post by moon on Oct 28, 2009 12:12:20 GMT -6
I remember being that kid. Going to practice with my dad was always fun. Wish I could share it with my kids, but it's a little harder with three little girls.
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Post by coachorr on Oct 28, 2009 15:30:57 GMT -6
GACoach, that is quite a story. I love it.
My son loves to play "tackle session" and "goal line stand" with me. We also go to the church next to our house and play football games. I am all time quarterback and he is all time receiver or running back. We play scenarios of a game ie. clock management, what route to run to get a first down, PAT's, onsides kicks. In the summer, we do it once a night, during the season about once or twice a week.
He knows the entire route tree and all the tags as well as the run plays. He just turned 7. I wish this time in our lives could last forever, thanks FBDoc for reminding me.
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Post by fbdoc on Oct 28, 2009 20:00:10 GMT -6
Great memories - they keep coming. My son coaches the MS and then he is on the headsets with me during the varsity games... "DAD, the wheel is wide open! Call it!" He's usually right!
All those backyard games of QB and Receiver were important in all of the many father-son ways, but I also think he became the receiver he did in part from all of the diving catches he made in the grass - our game of Impossible Catch - as well as diving into our pool while catching a pass... by the time he got to high school, he had already caught his 10,000 balls. We had fun, and we still have fun.
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Post by gacoach on Oct 29, 2009 9:12:40 GMT -6
Thanks guys. Sometimes we need to step back and remember what we are first, fathers.
I had both boys at practice again yesterday and afterwards we're all in fieldhouse. My eight year old comes and finds me to see what he's drawn. He drew up a couple of plays on the greaseboard and I asked him what he was doing and he says....."scheming"............nice.
He says that he wants to coach college ball someday and I always say to him "Don't tell your mother".
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Post by coachkill22 on Oct 30, 2009 5:18:57 GMT -6
I have created a monster with my son...He loves the game of football almost as much as I do. When his friends come over he just wants to play football..They are ready to stop and he wants to keep going. Also, he is the only 6 year old on his flag footbal team to carry the ball correct...
I love sitting back and watching this.....
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Post by coachbiskits on Oct 30, 2009 12:45:47 GMT -6
My two year old form-tackled his teddybear and bumped his head on the floor in the follow-through. My wife picks him up, expecting him to be crying, and he is looking at me over her shoulder, smiling. I may have a live one here:)
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Post by coachsky on Oct 30, 2009 14:15:49 GMT -6
Tonight is Senior night. I get to walk out there with my son for his final regular season home game. Every game after tonight could be our last game together as Coach and Son.
I remember him tagging along to practices starting at 4 and 5 years old! Trying to make sure he stayed out of the way and not getting trampled or goofing off with the players. To watching his first Pee Wee game. I remember being very concerned when they called him up to Varsity to start at Mike as a 14 year old freshman.
Two weeks ago we visited Colorado Springs and he received an offer to play fullback at Air Force. He already qualifies academically. Other offers are on the way but he is pretty set on becoming a cadet.
We are obviously very proud of him. To be able to coach your son and share the game we both love has been very very special.
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Post by tiger46 on Oct 30, 2009 16:43:47 GMT -6
I posted this a long time ago. One of my favorite 'proud father moments' about my son and football:
"......My 9yr old son got speared in the back and then had his ankle trampled by a fat kid. His ankle was badly twisted. He jumped up and hobbled after the RB that he was chasing. The runner was long gone and had already made the TD. But, my son refused to quit and hobbled all the way to the endzone in pursuit. Everybody looking at him like he was nuts. The play was over. By the time that I (HC) got to him, the ankle was already swollen. I tried to take him out of the game. He absolutely refused. Later, after the game, I asked him why did he keep trying to chase the runner and he said, "You told us to never quit or give up- so, I didn't." He played the rest of that game. I took him to the Dr's office. She told him to stay off of it as much as possible for a couple of weeks, at least. He stared her down. Told her, in no uncertain terms, "I play football." And, he hopped off the table. He finished the season, on that ankle, never missed a practice, didn't miss the last four games and, never complained once about it even though the whole team knew how much it was hurting him. "
My son is 12 now. He still loves football.
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Post by cc on Oct 30, 2009 23:12:38 GMT -6
Man I wish our kids were tough like that..
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Post by coachank on Nov 4, 2009 15:04:08 GMT -6
he will be successful at whatever he decides he wants to do with his life... congrats dad
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Post by silkyice on Nov 4, 2009 15:20:33 GMT -6
I remember being that kid. Going to practice with my dad was always fun. Wish I could share it with my kids, but it's a little harder with three little girls. Take them anyway. My little girl loves hanging out with Daddy. I do think her having two older brothers helps that though.
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Post by hchscoachtom on Nov 4, 2009 21:00:52 GMT -6
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Post by John Knight on Nov 5, 2009 8:39:56 GMT -6
Here is my sophmore right guard and NG He has been going to practice with me since he was 2.
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