Folks wouldn't let me play after both my brothers got to / injuries. I Always harbored a deep desire, feel like I was denied by my folks, something I was passionate about. I understand why they did it, but it still hurt.
they put a trumpet in my hand. Of course, my generation obeyed parents blindly....we said yes sir....no ma'am......but I loved the game since I saw those Vikings horns at age five. Watched, studied, coached my son, Freshmen / JV / Var. at the HS I teach at.
when my son asked to play tackle football, I had a set of goals for him.
he had to play at least three seasons of flag (community, NFL PLAY 60, Under Armor)
And weigh at least 90 pounds. but mostly I was waiting for his neck to get stronger / thicker. He loves playing....loves it. And I love watching hI'm play.
However I did become a good instrumentalist, enjoyed my time in band and marching with a world class drum and bugle corps....Santa Clara Vanguard in HS....hence...
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So....while Al Bundy was in the locker room....I was playing with the band