We band of brother's came together this last weekend in October 2010 to face our Goliath of the moment. We fought through our broken bones, our sore muscles and our faltered pride. We rose to the occasion of our nemesis. We are becoming young men and have found that winning does not always teach us the meaning of life. We have attained our pride from losing and striving to not accept that conclusion. Winning is a lot better and we will take forth this time in our memories as a culmination of pain, pride, and brotherhood that brought us together. We are a "BAND OF BROTHER'S" and this will continue with us for the rest of our lives.
Here is one I wrote for my oldest son Matt when they won the 6th grade championship game in Hays against Hoisington score was 8 to 7.
ReplyDeleteHis Coach called this years team the "Band of Brothers". He had shirts made with "Band of Brothers" on them. See last year in 5th grade they were undefeated until the final game and lost to Norton by 1 point. This year they lost 2 regular season games and were ranked 4th in the tournament. Alot of the kids were hurt, with broken fingers and strained muscles and all kinds of injuries. They learned alot about not always winning, playing hurt (for pride) and all, so one night I came up with this.