With the background information set, let me set the picture. On our team, we have twelve kids, ranging from barely four to almost seven. We run a drill that helps kids learn how to run with the ball, as well as helping kids learn how to pull flags. We were running this drill today.
The way it works is 5 kids start at one end of the field, each wearing a set of flags and carrying a ball. Five more kids line up at the other end of the field. The head coach blows the whistle, and the kids begin charging each other. If you score a touchdown, you keep the ball and stay on offense for the next round. If you go out of bounds or someone gets your flag, you go to the defense.
On to the point. After three rounds it was Jackson on offense and all 9 of the other kids on defense. The coach blows the whistle and Jackson starts up the field. He drifts to the right sideline, drawing all of the defenders over, then cuts back across the field, heading up the left sideline for a touchdown. One against nine, not yet five against nine kids, three of which are almost seven. It was one of my proudest moments as a Dad (at least in regards to football).
Our coach (a Cowboys fan) calls him JP - Jackson Portis.
