Don’t Be Alarmed
The football field is swarmed with dads. We seem to have a dozen assistant coaches.
My dad will cheer for anything his kids or grandkids are interested in, but he is no football coach.
He leans over to me and whispers from the side of his mouth,
“I’m terrified they’re going to need one more man out there. So, if they call me, I don’t want you to be alarmed, but I’m going to feign a heart attack. Don’t worry. It won’t be real. I just want you to know in advance. That’s the plan.”
Desperate times call for desperate measures.
Share this:
Tricia Lott Williford
Comments are closed
Betsy Carneal Salzman says:
Its all about the plan…..when I used to sing with the ABT choral, Doyle used to say, “whatever happens when those cameras come on, KEEP SINGING….no matter what, JUST KEEP SINGING.” You gotta have a plan……..
Jennifer Tinkham says:
Your dad made me laugh!
Patty Kline says:
Hahahahaha! He’s a treasure, your dad!
Christine O says:
Rolling on floor laughing! I love it! LOL Cheers to your Dad!
Karen says:
I love your dad too! What a great guy with a great sense of humor! Makes me miss my own dad! Give him an extra (( squeeze)) for me!
Jamie says:
I love your dad!!
bobbi says:
oh my Lord…that made me laugh out loud!