If you've got kids, there has been at least one instance, one moment in time, when you've had the thought Thank God that wasn't my kid. Be honest; you know you've thought it at least once. If your child plays a contact sport, you've thought it more times than you ever want to admit.
Thursday night's football game was a good one. My kid scored the first touchdown of the game, and our team won. And yet those stats aren't going to be how the game is remembered by most. See, Thursday's game was also an extremely hard played game. Football, by it's very nature, demands extremely hard play. Injuries, while not eagerly anticipated, are not unexpected either. Thursday's game had two; one from each team. Two instances where a player went down, and the trainer went out. Two instances that would cause the clock to stop for however long it took to assess the injury and get the player off the field. Two teams who went down on one knee, showing respect to their fellow athlete. Two players who had mothers in the stand, hands clenched together, chanting under their breath Please let him be okay; Please let him be okay.