You are a State Champion, and I told you that I would write something about you if you guys won it. I hope you understand why I wasn't able to write anything before, and if you don't, well one day you will. If I was to start, I would start with one of my earliest memories of you playing football; when you were six, the first day in pads and coach Juan asking where you were at. We found in the brown house crying, scared because you didn't want to get hit. Or I may write about the countless hours spent in the back yard, throwing you passes (probably throwing the ball harder than I should), or making you run four corners over and over. Maybe I would write about the time in 7th grade when I thought you killed that Mayer kid on a kick off, or about the time in 8th grade football when I got "removed from the premises" for telling the ref he had a nice mom (lol). I might even write about all the awesome hits or runs I saw you make over the years. About all the hours you spend working on quick drills working your butt off because you were too stalky to be a running back. Or about the countless hills you ran on the hill behind the house. Lastly, I would probably write about how well you and your team played in the State Championship. All of these things are enough to make a father proud. But I won't....
Instead I want to write to tell you about how proud I am of other things. Like watching you be a good example to your 8 brothers and sisters. Seeing you be silly just to make your sisters laugh. Watching how you are with the other young men and scouts at church. Seeing you kneel down and face your younger brothers, eye to eye, giving them encouragement and instruction, during halftime of their football games. Witnessing the respect, love, and admiration you have for your mother. Or hearing you whisper tenderly to your 4 year old brother, that you share a bed with, because he is scared at nighttime. Hearing you bless the sacrament at church on Sunday...These are the things that make you a Champion son. I couldn't ask for anything more.
So on Monday morning when you get up bright and early, look out the kitchen window at the well beaten path on the hill just behind the back yard, you'll know its time to get back to w.....well...you already know what to do. I cant wait until next year!
..And here he is. He get's a little excited on some plays, and we are working on being more humble...Not all the plays are of him running the ball, some are of him blocking and tackling, and some are just of him being tackled ;-)
Click on the link that Lockdown posted and you can see Justin's Sr Year Highlight video. He put this together himself. Also, this Chapo, Mrs Chapo, and all the little Chapo's picked up and moved to St. David AZ during the Christmas break. The kids started school this past monday and so far so good. Justin will be Tiger on the diamond this year...So now I get to be a St. David homer. I have had the pleasure of meeting FF99; although, have yet to see the holy grail of Cochise County, otherwise known as the Crystal Football. And as for Rusty Shackleford...I have seen neither hide nor hair of him. I think he's dodging me ;-).