Glorious days in the sun
Glorious days in the sun I write incessantly about my children and the game of football. From all perception, it consumes us and is the forefront in everything ...
Author: jklucero
Brotherhood
My son has met his closest and best friends from his team. Among those boys are four whom he has created a strong bond. They were as thick as thieves. Wherever ...
The Game is Over
His name may not be etched on any plaque nor printed in any article. His picture may not be hung on any of the walls or highlighted on any Friday night broadcas...
Love of the game
We watched “Friday Night Lights” and “When the game stands tall” last night. My oldest watched the latter with us. I was in a football movie mood, I guess and w...
Anniversary
I have always believed we will live forever. I refuse to believe we are nothing but the hollow result of a series of great coincidences and fortunate events. I ...
Sunday Gravy
My grandmother was born Madeline Simone in New York in 1924. She was a first generation Italian American and English was her second language, like most immigran...
The end of Youth Football for my Youngest Son
This is the time I have dreaded for years, my youngest son’s last youth football game is over. This means youth football is not only over for him but for us as ...
God’s morning gift
Oh my God I thank you for this morning. Every day is a blessing and we are reminded of that through your daily Grace. We will never truly identify and appreciat...
Advice for my children, sage or not
We are the wholesale distributors of advice to our kids. It is a right, an obligation, a duty and to be honest, it is just fun to bs the younger generation when...
On the Clock
I dropped off my son early this morning at the CPHS Fieldhouse for his first day of Strength and Conditioning. As I am driving him to the school I thought about...