All Good Things Come to an End

Moe's team lost last Friday night. There was only 1 second left to the game and the field goal would have sealed the win. As the ball sailed through the sky, I'm sure every person in the stadium were holding their breath in anticipation - the ball hit the crossbar and didn't make it over the field goal.

There was close to 11,000 people attending the game, so it was a surreal experience to have almost half of the crowd be stunned to silence at the loss; The other fans & opponent team ran into the field celebrating their win.

My only thought, 'How is Moe handling this?'

While the crowd excited out of the stadium, RM and I headed straight to the locker rooms and waited for Moe outside. We met with other parents of the team who were also waiting for their sons; Everyone was still reeling from the shock of losing and anticipating their son's reaction.

Several players came out of the locker room and immediately sought the comfort of their families. As Moe came out of the locker room, I saw the tears streaming down his face and a look of pure defeat.

It's hard to stay strong when you see your son hurt and crying, so the best thing to do, is to put your arms around him.... and cry with him.

The loss was especially devastating for the seniors. For many of them, it will be the last time they will suit up as a football player. Some of the seniors and their families took a last walk around the field as a Folsom Bulldog football player.

Moe just wanted to go home.

It's been a few days since the loss and Moe is feeling better including RM.

As RM and Moe were taking out the pads of Moe's uniform and cleaning it, RM looked at Moe and said, "Son, this will be the last time I'll be helping you out with your uniform."


Moe teared up and replied, "I know Dad, I know."


We're going to miss the coaches who helped our son become a better football player.

We'll miss the parents of the football players, the team, waiting outside of the locker room after every game, Friday night burgers at In & Out (hence the ten pounds we gained from eating after 10pm every Friday night!), washing Moe's uniform every week and storing all his football equipment in our dining room.

Moe plans to continue playing football when he's in college, but it won't be the same - We'll miss watching him play under the "Friday Night Lights."

(Moe is on the left Jersey #66)