
I just got super emotional listening to the ONLY country song I actually like, “The Boys Of Fall.”
I was never a football kid, but my friends and my best friend of 11-plus years, whom I consider a brother, are. These guys put everything behind them and lay their hearts out on the field every Friday night, and it’s because they love something and fight for it.
Even without the relation to football, the song reminds me that no matter what, they’ve got my back, and I’ve got theirs. That’s how it’s always been, and no one’s ever mad about something long enough for that to change.
I’m legitimately afraid to grow old because I’m afraid to forget moments like this when, even for a few minutes, you know who and what actually matter to you.
No money.
No material possessions.
Just people.
And the way you couldn’t stand to ever lose them.
I live, and I love you guys.
Truth is, only one of those will ever stop.