Trust me dad that dream of yours don’t forget it because it will be a reality….

P.S
Please keep supporting my Dad in every article he writes.
No matter what happens I know he will continue fulfilling his dream….

Remember The Name…
Love you “Pops”

Please use my experience to help the children who know not.
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Gaston I added Common’s The Light at the end of the piece because I know how much you used to love it.

Live it son when you find that woman you can’t stand to be without…but not yet…

There’s too much work to be done on and off the field and you have to make sure you don’t grow up too fast. Explode through moments of your youth after they are slowed down enough to be mentally processed so you remember them later when you need them.

Boops is gonna need the example you set for her this season. Channel your never give up heart through your soul and into her knowledge, experience and ultimately her understanding.

Fight on every play this year like it’s your last and get that star. Because of your talent, you will be a marked man in the pocket. I don’t care how much trash they talk, get up, dust yourself off and throw that pretty bomb on you throw on the next play if it’s available and the coach gives you the green light. Trust your talent son. You get into trouble, get out of that tackle box and the defense is at your mercy. Use that to your advantage. Build a relationship with your line…especially that left tackle.

As long as you get the ball to the line of scrimmage you can toss it out of bounds if the rush is on top of you and there is no out.

Dazzle them Gas…

I’m so proud of you son no matter what!

Go quarterback go!

I’m in my 40s and grew up watching baseball. It is stunning to see our disinterest in it now, but I think a lot of things are at play here. You just illustrated a key point.

Well done.

My coaches used to put me in to relief pitch in sh*tty situations because I would still have innings available (in the rulebook it was 12 innings a week). One coach I played with started me every other game until my mom piped up and jumped his azz for putting me on the bench because I was late to practice once because she got off work late.

From then on I played and made it my personal goal to ruin his team’s season. I asked my coaches if I could always pitch against “Coach Dave’s” team, and if I couldn’t pitch put me in the outfield so I can throw out baserunners that he would inevitably have run on me.

It’s always a shame when kids drop out of sports because of bad coaches and bad experiences. I hung with it because I enjoyed the sport, but mostly because I didn’t like soccer or any other spring sport. That, and the fact that there was nothing else for me to go to school for other than to play football and baseball for the school.

Good stuff man… I wish my Dad was as much of a Father as you seem to be dude.

Kinda went through the same thing with Q this summer with his tennis instructor. Nothing racial but last year as a 4 yr old he diid great and they put him with the 6-7 yr olds this season, next thing I know they place him back with the beginners. So I addressed it with the insructor and he kept him with the 6-7 group.

I remember our first conversation Mizzo, how we talked about our sons and you mentioned the game “Fifty”. Funny enough Q’s mom and myself had just split also.

I really LOVE baseball because it tells the history of black people in America. I wish more of us played and would learn the game. I feel for your son, because all he did was excel and the coach did everything to stop him. I don’t understand?

I pray that he continues to do well in school and athletics.