The Tackle
I have 8 or 9 nieces and nephews and they are of the age where they want Uncle Yackson, you see they all have a speech impediment which causes them to be unable to correctly enunciate J, something to do with the frenulum needing clipping, and since my sisters all converted to Jehovah's Witness, they have not had the operation necessary to correct the problem, anyway, these little creatures all come over for Thanksgiving dinner, my turn to host, and began to ask what it was like growing up in the 60's? One little tow-head even asked me what I did in the war? Not to disappoint I decided to relate a version in my duel with a returned VietNam era veteran of combat while a freshman football player at a Smaller Southern Baptist College in Greenville, S.C. The year was 1971. I was a formidable football player, peaking in my junior year of high school. I had good quickness skills and better than average balance and was known as a hard player to tackle. I walked onto the team ...