"Keep at it Eric!" Dean Richards yelled as he watched his son hit the tackling dummy again from his seat in the backyard. He had helped set up a basic training course so his son can train for the DSFL draft. He sighed as he watched him work, a bit jealous that his son can do the dream that he never could since that fateful day. The hit from the Offensive Tackle played over and over in his head as he grabbed his knee as it started to hurt again. Eric noticed his father groan in pain and sighed.
"Look pa, let's take 5." Eric looked to the ground. "I know your not feeling up to it." Surprisingly Dean seemed offended by what his son said.
"Boy you need to listen here" Dean yelled. "Don't worry about me none, only worry about yourself!" Eric was taken aback by his father's words, and continued to hit the dummy with his hear sinking. Unfortunately it was clear he was putting 100% into it, and Dean sighed.
"You are just like your Mama, both of y'all worry too much"
"I can't help but worry Pa!" Eric yelled. "I can tell you're jealous of me doing this and we need to talk about it!" Dean looked his son in the eye and can tell this really affected him.
"Look son. When I took that hit, my dream was over. I couldn't get over it for weeks, but your mama helped." Dean smiled wistfully "She always believed in me even when I became just another factory worker."
"Why don't you become a coach Pa?" Eric asked "you seem to know a lot about managing a game"
"You know I never thought about that somehow" Dean realized "guess I was still a bit mopey and couldn't see that possibility."
"Well there you go Pa." Eric smiled "you can become a coach and that will get you close to the game you love. Just let me focus on my dream"
"Well alright son." Dean smiled back "but don't think I won't stop worrying about you"
"I wouldn't have it any other way Pa."
"Good. Now breaks over get back into it!" Eric once again began to hit with all his might, finally content
"Look pa, let's take 5." Eric looked to the ground. "I know your not feeling up to it." Surprisingly Dean seemed offended by what his son said.
"Boy you need to listen here" Dean yelled. "Don't worry about me none, only worry about yourself!" Eric was taken aback by his father's words, and continued to hit the dummy with his hear sinking. Unfortunately it was clear he was putting 100% into it, and Dean sighed.
"You are just like your Mama, both of y'all worry too much"
"I can't help but worry Pa!" Eric yelled. "I can tell you're jealous of me doing this and we need to talk about it!" Dean looked his son in the eye and can tell this really affected him.
"Look son. When I took that hit, my dream was over. I couldn't get over it for weeks, but your mama helped." Dean smiled wistfully "She always believed in me even when I became just another factory worker."
"Why don't you become a coach Pa?" Eric asked "you seem to know a lot about managing a game"
"You know I never thought about that somehow" Dean realized "guess I was still a bit mopey and couldn't see that possibility."
"Well there you go Pa." Eric smiled "you can become a coach and that will get you close to the game you love. Just let me focus on my dream"
"Well alright son." Dean smiled back "but don't think I won't stop worrying about you"
"I wouldn't have it any other way Pa."
"Good. Now breaks over get back into it!" Eric once again began to hit with all his might, finally content