Sunday, November 02, 2008
Although the 7/8 Chapel Hill Titans lost their game to defending champs Bethesda over the weekend, my son had two touchdowns.
The first one his team was backed inside their own 20 yard line and on fourth and long he broke around the corner on a sweep and ran 80 plus yards for a touchdown with opponents nipping at his heels the entire time.
After half time, I had to retreat to the hill above the stands to get a better look and to get away from the home team fans - we all shared the small section of bleachers at the field. This game was played at an elementary school unlike the other games which were played on high school football fields and as such had proper bleachers for the home and away teams.
The Titans had started to drive so I moved up to the fence by other parents cheering for Chapel Hill.
There was a bunch-up at the line of scrimmage and then a little head popped up on the far sidelines and started a bee line down the field.
"Is that your son?" said one dad.
"I think so," I said, unable to see the number on the jersey.
After he past midfield I could tell by the cleats and the gallop of his stride that it was my son.
"Go Spence! Go!" I hollered with all of my dad pride.
At about the 20 yard line he turned and looked back, saw they we closing in and kicked into another gear, pulling away towards the end zone for another score.
After the game I was talking to his coach when a father from the other team came over and asked who was the kid that scored the touchdowns.
"He's right here," said his coach as he pointed to my son.
"What's your name son?" asked the dad as he reached out to shake his hand.
"Spencer," he said as they shook hands.
"Nice job boy," he said. "I hope you keep at it. You are the future of Carolina football."
Then he said he'd keep an eye out for his name because he knew he was going to hear more of it in the future.
As we left the field, Spencer turned to me and said, "Was that sorta like being recruited?"
[Photo: Spencer in foreground with little bro Cole in background]
Somebody asked me what me kids were for Halloween on Saturday during one of their football games.
"I don't know," I said.
"You don't know what your kid was for Halloween?" one mom chimed in incredulously.
"They had masks and capes on, but what they called themselves I do not know..."
So how would you describe the boys in this picture?