SIDELINE OBSERVATIONS: Seasons change in sports and life

Published: Tuesday, November 6, 2012 at 06:28 PM.

My desk is a little less sloppy today, as it is that time of the fall I always dread: the end of football season.

Crestview closed out the regular season Friday against Niceville and Baker travels to Vernon this week as the Gators end the season on the road.

I am a football guy and, yes, a baseball guy as well. However, basketball was the first organized sport I played back in the winter of 1965-66.

Looking back some 47 years, it should have been obvious that I would one day gravitate toward the gridiron. While playing my first game in a church league in Memphis, Tenn., I intercepted a pass, stuck the basketball under my arm and headed down the court.

That was the day I learned what traveling is. If my memory serves me correctly, my Highland Heights Baptist team won that game 66-6, but my contribution was the pick and run on the travel.

To be honest, my baseball career didn’t start much better. Again, I was playing for Highland Heights and I went to the plate for the first time and stood in the box for left-handed batters. My mom didn’t realize I hit lefty and she yelled out. “You’re standing on the wrong side of the plate.”

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