Out on the field, Michael's good friend dribbles all the way down the field and shoots. Even though the boy misses, his face is radiant. I'm sure the boy's confidence grows three-fold at that moment. I want so much for Michael to experience that feeling. I'm thinking about getting down on my knees and begging. "Please, Michael, do it for me; your friends need you, your coach needs you..."
Sure I played football, baseball and basketball from an early age -- 7 or 8 -- like most kids where I lived. It taught me a lot about sport, commitment and that internal drive. But those lessons paled in comparison to what I got from those countless hours spent playing at Dottie Jordan, and the intangible gifts from Mr. Armistead, even if we didn't realize how much he was investing in our lives at the time.