Hell, I missed the boat altogether. I was too small and couldn't take the roughing up carrying the ball or trying to catch it from the backfield. So I quit football. But, for some reason I was gifted with very strong legs and a very good aim. Just kicking the ball around in practice, I found that I could place it almost anywhere that I wanted and had good elevation and distance. I was almost better at punting sending the ball high enough and far enough to give the offense time to get under it to make the tackle or down.

I guess the coach never saw me kicking. Still, I regretted the opportunity time or two, and then thankfully, forgot it… That is, until reading your poem.

Ron