Why do I still picture him like this?
Yellow flags dangling from his waist.
That awkward mouthguard we practically mutilated trying adjust.
Dragging him to practice even though he hated it, until one day the game finally clicked for him.
Today he still wears blue... but without flags. He's got big pads, cleats and a helmet. He's #34 this year. A Walter Peyton fan.
He's also a bit of an animal on the field.
This is his Dirty Dancing 'lift' move.
Think you're gonna stop him?
Whoops, think again.
Yet every once in a while, he falls.
But my boy, being the fighter he is, doesn't hesitate for a second to pop-up when he's down.
He will always be a runner.. my prayer is he always feels our pride from the bleachers and is able to find the strength to stand up after each and every fall.
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