Had the fortunate opportunity to spend last evening in a surreal setting with my wife and son. My boy is 8 years old and playing his first year of tackle football. As we sat in the gorgeous 80 degree sunshine watching all those little kids give it their all, I make eye contact with my son as he always looks over for my approval as he calls out the strongside offense formation he is reading. He nods to me as I nod back in approval. He catches a motion play and reads how the offense shifts over, shakes off a blocker and manages to perfectly come up to meet the ball with effortless ease as he intercepts a pass and come down with it wrapped in both arms. Just a moment that is now sealed away permanently in my memory as I watched his pride, all the other kids smacking him on the pads congratulating him and the smile on his face as we walked off the field together. I'm pretty sure his feet never touched the ground.