Down the road a few miles, after the final whistle blew, manhood lay waiting. Whatever it demanded of him, he must have thought back then, wouldn't be any tougher than trying to hang on to a badly thrown ball when you know the strong safety was about to spear you with his headgear, slam that Riddell in the pit of your stomach. In a sense, he'd been right. Learning not to drop the ball had been the hardest thing for him as a man too. - Steve Yarbrough
The guy in the photo is my dad the season he was my youth league coach. He is holding my helmet.