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Stevie Ray Lloyd wasn't sure if he wanted to play football. He was 6 years old, so he wasn't sure about a lot of things, and was only really concerned about where his next meal would come from, or when he might get his next nap.
But he told his mother, Kathy, that he wanted to try. He went out for those first few days of pee-wee practice and came away conflicted. Was this really what he wanted? So father Steve Lloyd pulled his son aside and asked him to make a decision.
I've never met Stevie and I've barely met his dad but you've got to love a family who sets up their tailgate at 7 AM and when the father quits a job(!) to go watch the kid at practice.
Is this mercy-killing or cross-pollenation?
Only the strawberry knows.
RagingTireFire wrote:I've never met Stevie and I've barely met his dad but you've got to love a family who sets up their tailgate at 7 AM and when the father quits a job(!) to go watch the kid at practice.