How do you deal? Knew the end would come eventually and thought we were prepared for it, but damn what a gut punch. Post game on the field was sad, surreal, lots of tears, hugs, etc. But the waterworks moment came when I met my son @ the door when he got home later that night. Football gear in hand, for the last time. Instead of the usual “great game tonight, proud of you, loved watching you play…” we said nothing, grabbed each other and cried harder than either of us ever had in our life. Being a kid with all the world in front of him, he’s doing great today. I’m still a f***ing mess. All I know is four years flies by and the when the high school football experience ends it is a gut punch like no other.