Like Father Like Son
It’s a football
story, ladies, nothing to see here.
Except, who knows, you might like it. Naw, probably not…but maybe
ever wondered what goes on in a football pile up after a fumble?
Well, I will
tell you anyway.
When the football
is loose, everyone dives on the pile to recover it. The referee can in no way know who has possession
of the ball until he removes players from the pile one by one until he can see
who has the ball. While this is going
on, players in the pile are trying to rip the ball away from whoever actually
recovered the fumble.
hundred years ago, while a young Cranky was in Jr. High School, eighth grade
for those keeping track, I was involved in one of those fumble recovery
was not initially in the pile up. I was
standing by while the referee was removing players one by one. While he was doing this, I could see who had
the ball, and his jersey color was different from the one I was wearing.
I got down
on one knee and slowly worked my way into the pile from the opposite side as
the ref. I managed to slip a hand on the
ball, and then another and by the time the referee pulled everyone off I had
stollen the ball from its rightful owner.
goes to Cranky’s team!
later, I was telling my eight-year-old son, who was in his first year of Pop Warner Football,
about my years ago gridiron robbery.
you get caught, and then there is no penalty, you just don’t get the ball.”
next game, there was a fumble and a large pile up over the ball. As the referee began to remove players from
the pile, my son snuck up, got on his knees and wiggled his way into the
pile. By the time the ref removed
everyone, my son had wrestled the ball away from its rightful possessor. He
was credited with the recovery and his team got the ball.
I tell you
it was one of my proudest moments as a Dad!