Man oh Man, today I had the kind of day that coaches fantasize about.I wish I had a video camera to film it. It was some Disney Movie of the weeek/afterschool special/Radio/Rudy/Remember the Titans Shit! We had a very solid practice, good vibe, everything clicking. At the end of practice on Fridays, we do this thing called 4 for the 4th (american football has 4 quarters) where I have them do 4 brutal condition excercises over the span of an hour. The last excercise is always a full team drill. For the team drill I did a thing called suicides, where you run along every single line on the field from one end of the end zone to the other end of the endzone. I always run this with them, cause they like to see if coach still has ballz. First the running backs finish, i finish with the wide recievers and the Beef Eaterz finish. Well we have this one guy (6 - 5 300lbs) who is a fat nice kid who takes lipitor. Hes 20 yards behind everyone and the team is getting frustrated. I pray for a miracle it happens. The Quarterback starts running behind him and clapping, then the whole team joins, and they start chanting, and fat kid is smiling! I wanna cry and tell them this is a team, and end practice 30 minutes early on the spot. Its gonna be a special season!