The “Other” Gridiron Dads

Our boys met on the football field.

Senior year the gridiron hadn’t moved, but our young men had moved on.

One’s a track star. The others are killing it in volleyball.

Yet here we stand.

Watching a playoff game from just behind the gate. Each reminiscing about our sons and dreaming about what might have been.

As dad’s often do.

Under those bright Friday night lights.