This was my moment to prove I was my dad's son.
As I took in the grandeur of the massive football stadium, I couldn't help but miss my dad. He used to be the loudest parent in the stands, always cheering me on with unparalleled enthusiasm. I wore my jersey and helmet, the wind whispering through my memories of playing chase on the field or the times he had placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder and urged me to give it my all.
Without my dad's belief in me, I wouldn't have played football since childhood.
After dropping Destiny off, we exercised one last time and were as ready as ever. Coach Landon and the guys emerged from the locker room, and we gathered to discuss the Pistol Offense—a hybrid of the traditional shotgun and single-back offenses.
As the crowd began to form, we lined up
