I have always thought of writing a book with all the crazy moments that happened with my youth sports teams growing up.  I find it much better to do these blog posts and hope to write one a week to entertain our readers. In honor of football season I will start with a short but hilarious one containing someone who will show up in many of these posts. 

  
First one happened somewhere around 1992 at Paxon Hollow Middle School’s football field in Broomall  Pennsylvania. I started playing football in full pads at age five and we didn’t have the numbers for a jv team yet. I may have been one of three kids on the sideline at the time. We were kicking off using the school side of the field as our sideline. The other team’s backs were to the parking lot going towards the far end zone. The chain crew was on our side around midfield waiting for the kickoff to end so they could then get set. Our kick was not too deep and the return man kicked his way to our sideline. He is about to beat our last man who is diving his way, but ultimately too short, when I notice the one father holding the chains stick his foot out ever so slightly and trip the return man. No one noticed. The other side never even said a peep and the return man thought our diving guy took him out. It was quite amazing. Where were the referees? If you’ve ever watched youth football you understand that the fat referees were 30 yards behind the play. I wasn’t 100% sure he even did it because it seemed too good to be true. But surely the only thing that ever confirmed this for me is a few years later at a wrestling tournament he was bragging about it to a parent. Until next time.