The football field is a competitive place, even when it’s a Flag Football field of little guys.

There’s the team meeting, pulling in the concentration and skills of energetic 6 and 7-year olds…

There’s the running, with the yellow flags of “play” whipping in the wind of a beautiful autumn morning…

And the team and individual strategies…

There’s the character of each boy in the competition, the concentration, the skills, the running and the strategies, both team and individual.

But if we are to believe that “a man’s real character comes out best in the asides,” then this aside, on the sideline, of my grandson Andrew extending his helpful hand reveals everything I need to know…

Thank you, beautiful Andrew, for bringing us all the great fun of your Flag Football game and for maneuvering the landscape of great humanity. I love you!