The Boys Of Fall

Aaron loves football!  He started playing when he was about 6 or 7 years old.  His first team was called the Eagles and they were a flag football team.  Aaron is playing center position in the picture above and running a play in the picture below....

When he was a little older, his tackle football team was called the Bulldogs.  He was number 57....."in his helmet, cleats and shoulder pads, standin' in the huddle listenin' to the call".....

When he got in middle school he was number 65......"Took every ounce of heart and sweat and blood to get to wear those game day jerseys down the hall.  Kings of the school man we're the boys of fall"......



In high school he was number 50 for the Raytown Bluejays....

This was a big game against their rival, Raytown South High School in the red.  They were called the Cardinals.  So when rival teams came together it was ....... "Meet you in the birdcage".....

Below are two of his close football buddies, Dustin and Jay.  "And it's knockin' heads and talkin' trash, it's slinging mud and dirt and grass. It's I got your number, I got your back
when your back's against the wall, you mess with one man you got us all"..........

and some of his teammates his senior year....

It's been eight years since Aaron graduated from high school.  Eight years since he has played on a football team.  Now days, he spends his Sunday afternoons glued to his t.v. and tracking his Fantasy Football teams. 

When Kenny Chesney came out with his song, The Boys Of Fall, it brought back so many memories for me.  Memories of sitting in the stands, watching the plays, taking in all the excitement of the game.  Occasionally having my son escort me onto the field for festivities.  I miss it, but probably not nearly as much as Aaron does. 

Here are the words to the song.....

Kenny Chesney - The Boys Of Fall Lyrics

When I feel that chill and smell that fresh cut grass

I'm back in my helmet cleats and shoulder pads

Standin in the huddle listenin to the call

Fans going crazy for the boys of fall
They didn't let just anybody in that club

Took every ounce of heart and sweat and blood

To get to wear those game day jerseys down the hall

Kings of the school man we're the boys of fall
Well it's turn and face the stars and stripes

It's fighting back them butterflies
It's call it in the air alright, yes sir we want the ball

And it's knockin heads and talkin trash

It's slinging mud and dirt and grass

It's I got your number, I got your back

When your back's against the wall

You mess with one man you got us all


The Boys of Fall

In little towns like mine that's all they got

Newspaper clippings fill the coffee shops

The old men will always think they know it all

Young girls will dream about The Boys of Fall
Well it's turn and face the stars and stripes

It's fighting back them butterflies

It's call it in the air alright, yes sir we want the ball

And it's knockin heads and talkin trash

It's slinging mud and dirt and grass

It's I got your number, I got your back

When your back's against the wall

You mess with one man you got us all


The Boys of Fall

Well it's turn and face the stars and stripes
It's fighting back them butterflies

It's call it in the air, alright yes sir we want the ball

And it's knockin heads and talkin trash

It's slinging mud and dirt and grass

It's I got your number, I got your back

When your back's against the wall

You mess with one man you got us all


The Boys of Fall


We're the boys of Fall