In a few weeks, teenage boys will send menu requests to my husband's cell phone and fill my dining room table on Sunday nights. Their laughter and conversations will remind me once again why I love being Mrs. Joey Witcher, assistant football coach for the Union Redskins.
The excitement of Friday nights will soon command the attention of each week as we collectively prepare to win. The competition, the August heat, September's invite to fall, and the crisp October air will all answer the call to high school football, and we will chase the competitive edge until we embark on excellence. We will mark the trail with wisdom for young boys wanting to become men, and we will watch them learn, struggle, rise to a challenge, fail and overcome. We will watch a handful play on Saturday mornings and revel in their success. Then in another ten years from now, one or two of them will send us a wedding invite or a Facebook friend request and we will know that the old adage is true - children really do spell love with the letters.....T I M E.
In twenty-six, years, Joey has coached for six different high school football teams. If I began to list the young men who still reach out, I would fail and forget to mention many of them. They have held my children up on their shoulders, played catch and posed for pictures. They are our family, in our picture albums, a part of us. We love them; we cherish the memories and cling to the friendships we share always remembering the bond that is high school football. - that force that sends you tired, bleeding, sore, and driven headlong into your opponent just to drive him into the wall in the name of team and pursuit of victory.
"where you will go I will go, and where you stay I will stay. Your people will be my people and your God my God.." Ruth 1:16