The boy in me who was raised on Buddy Ryan football was shocked to hear himself say no. My ego and pride were alive with the notion that someone thought my son would be a good football player, but the idea of him banging his head into other people terrified me.
When I met my husband 14 years ago, he turned me into a football fan. He was passionate about his team, and I joined his bandwagon. Now, our 4-year-old son has done the same. But he, well, he has taken it to an entirely new level.