I was one of those kids. My Dad was a football nut. I thought it never made any sense to pack the box when the field was so huge. I wanted to be a Wideout catching 10 passes a game, but coach saw a big strong kid at 12 and made me a tackle. I was 30 years ahead of my time on spreading the field.
So I played a couple of seasons for a Lombardi wannabe - and retired from football at 12. My little brother who never played youth football came along at 5'7" and 150 lbs and was a stick your nose in there hard edge linebacker. My father loved those games, me playing basketball - not so much.
Best football highlight - in a conference championship game my brother beat a block and popped an RB at the corner in the backfield on a sweep, caused a fumble and picked it up. He ran 30/40 yards to the end zone where my father who was under the goal post decapitated him in the middle of the end zone and was in the middle of a dog pile. My brothers head rang for two days off of that hit.
