Flashback Friday.......

is all about my Nephew Sheldon and my Newman Grove Bluejays. Oh how I miss watching you play football Shel.......I will never forget your last game. It really did break my heart to see you so broken hearted. Those were the best of days. I am glad I made as many games as I did. I guess I will always be a Bluejay :)

As I texted you....the "The Boys of Fall" reminds of me of you. So....this was the last picture I took of you at your last High School Football game.....THANKS for all the great memories Kid...I love you!  I grateful for every moment of every game.........

Wrestling season just might kill me..... :)

When I feel that chill, smell that fresh cut grass
I'm back in my helmet, cleats and shoulder pads
Standing in the huddle listening to the call
Fans going crazy for the boys of fall
They didn't let just anybody in that club
Took every ounce of heart and sweat and blood
To get to wear those game day jerseys down the hall
Kings of the school man, we're the boys of fall

Well it's turn and face the Stars and Stripes
It's fighting back them butterflies
It's call it in the air, alright yes sir we want the ball
And it's knocking heads and talking trash
It's slinging mud and dirt and grass
It's I got your number, I got your back when your back's against the wall
You mess with one man you got us all
The boys of fall

In little towns like mine that's all they got
Newspaper clippings fill the coffee shops
The old men will always think they know it all
Young girls will dream about the boys of fall

Well it's turn and face the Stars and Stripes
It's fighting back them butterflies
It's call it in the air, alright yes sir we want the ball
And it's knocking heads and talking trash
It's slinging mud and dirt and grass
It's I got your number, I got your back when your back's against the wall
You mess with one man you got us all

We're the boys of fall

We're the boys of fall