"Throw it Out of Bounds"

The other day, at an event at SoFi Stadium, I had the chance to go out on the field. 

And dream.

Dream of how our Rams must have felt.  Two minutes to go in this year’s Super Bowl.  Stafford finding Kupp, heroically marching down the field.  I could hear the 70,000 in the crowd.

And then I thought of my football career.

Not so much the same.

It peaked, if you’d want to call it that, when I was in eighth grade.

St. Francis Falcons.  Our Catholic grammar school team in La Grange, Illinois.

Those autumn Sunday games would be absolutely packed.   As a little kid at St. Francis, you dreamed of that someday of running through the huge banner held out by the cutest cheerleaders – and just roaring across the field to a sea of St. Francis fans cheering on their Falcon warriors.

I played left halfback. I had one move.

I didn't care what play the quarterback called. If I got the ball, I was going 'left.'

I'd head straight to the left sideline, and then do my move -- the "stiff arm."

The goal of the play …