I have grown up watching football, talking football, and loving football. Jerseys and pads were thrown in with the dresses and jewelry when playing dress-up. I got used to coaches and boys showing up at my house to hang out with my dad. I learned the difference between a blitz and a different kind of blitz, the importance of "Drive your feet!", and how to draw plays. I joined the games in the yard and the street and showed off my bruises, jammed fingers, and competetive spirit.
To me, being a coach's daughter means a lot of things. I've witnessed practices, film sessions, and pep talks. My titles include, but are not limited to, videographer, manager, spectator, water girl, write-this-down-for-me girl, stand-on-the-sidelines-and-do-whatever-I-need-you-to-plus-cheer girl, and "Aren't you the coach's daughter?" (I actually do like my name, though.)
I have developed an intense love for going to "Daddy's games." I will find a way to get there. I have sat through the rain and gone numb from cold. I'm the one who answers, "What just happened?" I have yelled and cheered 'til I lost my voice. I forget my friends are sitting there next to me. I have shed tears over high school football.
Being a coach's daughter means a lot to me. People wonder why I voluntarily show up to help, why I care so much. I guess you could say it's because I love the game of football. I love the adreneline rush on Friday nights, the teamwork and comraderie, the thrill of victory. I love that courage is made real, and that true character is revealed on the football field. But even more, I really love my daddy.