Thought of this while watching some football tonight… Where did you go Howard Cosell?
I was watching Monday Night Football tonight. Here is a story from “Exactly As I Remember It” about the Dallas Cowbays, Dad and Me.
A Football Story (It’s Really About Dad and Me)
(San Antonio, Texas, circa 1974)
As a boy, there were three holy services of worship each Sunday. There was Sunday morning church, Sunday evening church and Sunday afternoon football. Dad officiated at all three. When the Dallas Cowboys played, all else stopped for three hours and the future of all humanity hung precariously in the outcome. As is his way, when he enters earth, he enters like a whirlwind! He would hang on every play. Hoot, holler, clap and groan. If the Cowboys lost a close one, he struggled to preach that night. How can a man proclaim hope in the midst of such agony?
Football holds some of my fondest memories of my childhood. …
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