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When I’m a Hundred

When I’m a Hundred

When I'm a hundred, and god willing that happens, I'm going to pull out this dusty cedar chest I have and grab a special little yellow football that resides next to all my special memories and photographs that fill it brim full.

I'm going to gather all the young members of the family, be they grandchildren, nieces, or nephews, in the spring, and take them out to the largest patch of grass I can find. There, from the confines of my wheel chair I will throw this little yellow sphere as far as I can while the innocence of the day chases after it with an exuberance now reserved for only the youngest of the young.

When I'm a hundred.

When I'm a hundred the children and I will play all day long, seeing who can throw the farthest, run the fastest, and laugh the loudest.

I will teach them keep-away and tag, always leaving me as it when it's time to move on to the next game. We will show our competitive spirit, yet dismiss the idea of a podium when we are done.

When I'm a hundred.

When I'm a hundred that little yellow football will be the star of that night's bedtime story. It will tell a tale of a time when young men and women strove to better themselves through sport. When youngsters went outside on the weekend to gather with their peers in a friendly game of horse or two-hand touch.

They will not understand of course, but I'll try and explain it to them anyway.

I'll try to explain that at one time kids like them could to large Universities to play the games they loved and reach their full potential.

When I'm a hundred.

I'll try to explain that once-upon-a-time thousands of people gathered at outdoor fields across the world to watch these athletes in action. These people would celebrate together and often define themselves not only by the color of their skin but also the color of their t-shirts. I'll tell them that men and women fought furious battles on these fields, only to shake the hands of their opponent when the scrum was over. I'll try to make them see them how great it was.

When I'm a hundred.

When I'm a hundred they'll most certainly have questions. They'll want to know what it was like to sit outside and watch these contests. They'll want to know why all the people were replaced with machines.

They'll want to know what a Brat is.

When I'm a hundred.

I'll do my best to take their questions, realizing full well that I don't know the answers myself. Why can't I grow up to play sports? Why did it all go away?

Greed and money and stubbornness I'll say.

When I'm a hundred.

As the light goes out for the night, their eyes will be filled with dreams and mystery at the end of this spring day.

My eyes will undoubtedly tear up as I drift off the sleep with the memory of a time long gone.

When I'm a hundred.

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PackersRS's picture

Good ol' days when the Packers still existed and Clay Matthews III was still made of flesh and bones...

JohnRehor's picture

This is much more than a statement about football.

Great read Alex

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