At football, we dealt with loss as a family, we were there for each other as often as we could be.
This is how it should be, wether you're dealing with the loss of a football game or the loss of a loved one, you shouldn't be alone. After a practice one evening, the coach called up one of my teammates (For the sake of privacy I won't mention his name) and explained some of the losses he had gone through, which included his mother the previous year, and his father that year (2016). He asked us to attend the funeral, to be there for our teammate.
We were.
Your team is your family, not by blood, but because you choose to spend time with them and you choose to enjoy that time, and most of all, because they're there for you and you are there for them.
I can't imagine losing my mom one year and my dad the next, it was never even a plausible situation until I met him and learned his story, but I did my best to be there for him and I can say truthfully, nobody was a bigger football role-model than him.
Loss is one of the hardest things in life, but it's like corn and butter, the corn CAN be eaten without butter and it CAN be good, but it's better with the butter on top; sorry if you don't like butter on your corn. There's a reason I plan to play for the Generals as long as I am able, it's because of there faith in God and their faith in me, it's because of my faith in God and in them, and if any of my brothers from the team read this I want them to know I have their backs, on and off the field- Y-Time.
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