MORE THAN MEETS THE EYE

FRESH-CUT GRASS on a late summer afternoon. Smells like football. Recently as I walked across a local park, that scent caught me and transported me right back to my days of playing and coaching the game.

Some of my most cherished memories come directly from lessons learned on the gridiron. It's hard to describe the joy you experience when a group of individuals work together for a common goal and achieve it to some degree. Football may look at times like an unorganized mass of bodies running into one another, but I always found great courage, precision, intelligence, unselfishness, dominion, and grace in abundant evidence while I was learning, playing, and coaching this great American game.

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