Armory, as a dad

During the course of the past two decades, I would estimate being in this building (the Armory) close to 100 times (if not more) as a coach. On Monday afternoon, I was there for the first time as a father, watching my son and his FDR track team compete at the Marine Corps Classic meet. He anchored the frosh/soph DMR and was thrilled to hop up on that banked track and spike up for the first time. He had tagged along with me once or twice as a youngster to meets and now he was there for real as an athlete. And I was there, for real, but not as a coach.