Rockwall County —
I remember my first game as a high school football player like it happened just 48 years ago.
That’s using a roundabout journalistic maneuver to tell you that I have no memory of that game because it occurred such a long, long time ago.
I can make some assumptions, however.
I was a freshman member of the Tatum Eagles football team. I was wearing a green and white uniform, probably. There’s a “probably” here because our coach persuaded school officials to allow him to change the school’s predominant athletic color from green to orange. But I believe that major moment in Eagles sports history occurred during my sophomore year, not my freshman year.
Another assumption that probably is accurate — I was one scared little boy.
Scared? Little boy?
How could that be?
Back in those days, we didn’t have middle school or junior high teams. Maybe the larger schools had those teams for the younger players, but Tatum was a poor Class B school. So, our first exposure to organized tackle football was the ninth grade.
That year, the services of every body on this small team were needed. I was thrown into the heat of battle immediately. I was a little boy playing against men.
We went 0-10 that season, but won the first game of my sophomore year.
I got quite a football education that freshman year. One of the biggest lessons I can remember learning is what to do with the football after you score a touchdown.
After scoring my first touchdown, I went to the huddle. Richard Clements, the quarterback, said, “Hardin I believe you need to give the football to the referee.” Yep, I had carried the ball back to the huddle with me. I was a little excited.
And I have another major memory — the first time my name appeared in a newspaper sports story. I even remember the sentence that appeared in the Marshall News-Messenger: “A promising newcomer is little Jimmy Hardin,”
“Little Jimmy Hardin” weighed 130 pounds.
Now that I’m halfway through this column, I’ll negotiate another journalistic maneuver. This one is called, “Make your point.”
I started thinking about my first football game while watching my 11-year-old, sixth-grade grandson get his very first taste of real tackle football on an organized team. He’s a member of the Wylie Preparatory Academy Patriots’ six-man football team.
The Patriots scrimmaged Lucas Christian Academy Saturday morning.
Noah Welch got an adequate amount of playing time, and I thought he did a fine job. I saw improvement in his play as the two-hour scrimmage progressed. And he became more aggressive as the game went on.
I believe Noah will improve with each game, just like I believe I did my freshman year. He’s got good coaching, not just the advice he gets from his dad and I. And he’s smart. And he listens.
Back to the coaching. I watched my grandson, but I also watched these coaches. They coached. And it was an amazing feat. They didn’t holler and scream at the kids unless a raised voice was necessary to get a message across the field. They communicated with the kids and encouraged them.
I don’t know how this little team will fare this season on the scoreboard but I believe they are going to do just fine.
And when Noah Welch and his Patriots teammates suit up and play their first game, I know for sure it’s a game I will never forget.
Opinion
There’s an upcoming game I will never forget
THE VIEW FROM HERE
- Opinion
-
-
‘Exercise’ could be step to stronger community
County Judge Jerry Hogan called it an “exercise.”
Sounds painful doesn’t it? -
‘A father’s lessons’
On a large bulletin board in the crowded hallway of one of the courthouses in Bexar County, Texas, there is what I refer to as the “Monument to the Unknown Father.”
-
There’s way too much news out there
I have the same complaint — I mean, comment — every time someone asks me about my job.
-
All the legal weirdness that’s fit to print (Part 2)
Last week, I brought you a roundup of some of the legal system’s recent strange cases, criminals, and litigants. As the following cases demonstrate, there’s a lot more where that came from.
-
Superman trades in cape for hat, sunscreen
I’m a Texan and proud of it. I love Texas summers. I love Texas heat. I love to sweat — I didn’t say perspire — but not in my good clothes.
And I love this blazing Texas sun. -
‘All the legal weirdness that’s fit to print (Part 1)’
Readers of “Legally Speaking” know that I’m particularly fond of illustrating the quirkiness of the legal system, from the oddest of its litigants to the craziest criminals and the strangest cases. As long as there are examples like those below, I’ll never run out of material.
-
A niece’s journey back in time
Many people ask me why I am interested in the history of Royse City as I was not raised here and why I have such a special place in my heart for senior citizens and especially veterans. Here is my story.
-
‘Do you own this business?’
I have been known to ask a serious question if a store clerk or waiter provides exceptional customer service.
I’ll ask, “Do you own this business?” -
Tatoo you: Lawsuits over body art lead to lots of ink
Tattoos are becoming the subject of legal battles lately, and not always in ways you might expect.
-
This runner — a turtle and proud of it
If you’re out and about operating a motor vehicle on Rockwall city streets during the predawn hours any day of the week, please drive with care because you may be sharing the pavement with a pack of fanatical runners.
- More Opinion Headlines
-
‘Exercise’ could be step to stronger community








