I would like to comend you on being the dad I never got to have. My dad passed away when I was 12 years old. I had always wanted to play football but my mother would not let me. It was one of his last wishes for me to get to play football. He got to watch one game on flim before he passed away. He cryed the whole time he watched it. I played ball all through high school. My mother never came to my games,but every time I walked onto the field I pictured him standing at the fence across from me smileing. I know have three boys ages 7, 12, 15 they all play ball ,and I do every thing I possibly can to help them be better young men in every thing they do. I have coached them from the time they were big enough to play ball. So I can spend more time with them, because I may be gone one of these days ,and I want them to know I tried to be the best dad I could be. I have failed in some ways I am sure ,but I love them with all my heart. I hope they all can turn out as good as your son has. My wife is our rock also . She is everything to me and the boys. I dont know how I would do if something ever happened to her. We think sports teaches children disipline and hard work, the more you put in, the more you get back. I hope this work ethic will echo through out their lives. (May God bless you ,and all parents who try to do the best for their children.)