i saw the tiny bodies and Enourmous heads of baby football players,
out on the large field by the catholic church. Three to four feet tall, with their perfect hands on their tiny hips, they listened to the Coach with eager eyes.
It was saturday.
I imagined the little ones were
Perhaps being herded by a Kind Person,
a young joyful person, who was smart and gentle enough that
each tiny one was
learning in a way they had not Learned.
The fields of coaching are filled with a wonderful synergy of personality traits
yeilding a body of good people, a special style, your Brother.
This one must have said to these babies on friday,
"What ? you want to come in on a saturday?