drove to the last game of my life, watching my son. We literally played the best game of their season and probably 2, team they played was 9-1 and has won 13 national titles. we were 5-6 going in. Defense was unbelievable, and offense played well, but we had 6 turnovers which equals a loss of 20-10, t was 17-10 until the last couple minutes and their kicker who had shanked every fieldgoal attempt finally got one lol.
Couldnt be more happy with a loss (as odd as that sounds), but it was a very emotional game, since its his last. Hes ready for a rest, hes been beat up all season, so he gets to rest up some. His girlfriend and her parents came, and they have a good friend whose son plays on the other team. He told him mom, we watched alot of film on her boyfriend, he's the real deal, legit probably the best center in the conference for sure! so that made me an even more proud dad. After the game the 2 met and talked, seemed like a good kid. They battled it out a couple times and I think the kid got all he wanted lol.
He came up afterwards and hugged his mom, of course shes bawling like crazy and he's/we are laughing about it, then he comes to hug me, says thanks for everything you did for me and thanks for the email you sent me this morning before the game. Then i became a mess lol.
But here's a pic of his last walk off the field forever. 77 is out!