Jack, playing mid-field, making a pass to a teammate in a scrimmage game.
Always alert, always on the move, looking to make the move to help get the ball into the goal, or away from the opposition. One thing I noticed: he works just as I do, with my tongue adding every extra bit of effort. Why do I do that? I have no idea, but it’s nice to see a kindred spirit in my great-nephew Jack.
When his practice game was over, we moved to his brother’s practice field and Jack, realizing that he was going there, put his shoes and pads back on. He was ready to run on the next field, chasing the ball once more.
The seemingly endless bounty of youthful energy on display.
Made me smile.