PROUD PAPA
I’m watching
a pro-football game and there is a fumble and a big pileup of players fighting
to recover the ball. It reminds me of a
game way back to my eighth grade football team.
What goes on
in one of those fumble recovery scrambles?
In an eighth grade junior high game blankety blank years ago, I was
playing defensive back. The runner on
the other team fumbled and along with about nine other players he leaped upon the
loose pigskin. I watched from just
outside the pile-on as the ref slowly eliminated players from the pile in an
attempt to determine who had rightfully recovered the ball.
As players
were stripped from the pile, I got on my knees, wriggled into the pile reached
in and managed to get both hands on the ball which was being securely held by
the original runner. As players were
pulled from the pile I was able to slowly inch my hands further onto the ball
and ultimately pull it away.
When all the
players in the pile were finally pulled away, a young Cranky was firmly in
control of the ball and credited despite the protestations of the other team
with recovering the fumble.
When my son,
Matt, was playing Pop Warner football at age ten, I told him the story of my
thievery.
On game
three of his season the opposing team fumbled the ball and a huge pileup ensued.
I watched as Matt snuck his way up to the pile, stealthily got to his
knees and slowly inched his way in while the ref was pulling players
away. After several minutes he managed
to squirm his way to the middle, grab the ball and wrench it away from the
rightful holder. When all players were
pulled off, Matt stood up with the ball and was credited with the recovery.
I was so
proud to think “That’s my boy!”
The limb doesn't fall very far from the tree. Great story.
ReplyDeleteHave a fabulous day and weekend. ☺
Very nice, it appears to be a tradition forming, just waiting for the next generation to recover a fumble ;)
ReplyDeleteoh, too funny!
ReplyDeleteVery unsportsmanlike & VERY funny!!
ReplyDeleteLike father, like son
ReplyDeleteThe apple falling from the tree, etc. LOL
I'll bet Matt could not wait for the safe-cracking years.
ReplyDeleteYes, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree, or pigskin in this case.
ReplyDeleteAnd candy taken from a baby tastes all the sweeter!
ReplyDeleteI tried to read this blog post, but all that came out were the sounds of when adults speak on Charlie Brown cartoons.
ReplyDeleteSweet, a legacy of thievery!! ;-)
ReplyDeleteI always wondered what happened in cases like this; thanks for filling in the "rest of your and your son's story" on whose team the ball ended up being rewarded too :)
ReplyDeletebetty
That's sneaky, but much better than getting crushed in the pile-up.
ReplyDeleteI can't understand how football players come out of every game with all of their body parts intact! When I was younger I never really thought about it, but if I'd had a son who played football, I would have needed a Valium to get through watching all that!
ReplyDeleteAnd the beat goes on. Guess the pros's would try it except for all those camera angles.
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