The Red Eagle team of the Alpharetta Youth Football Association lost in the playoffs on a beautiful fall afternoon today. I had never helped coach a football team until this year. Being a player for afew years is far different than being a coach. These kids not only got bigger, faster and stronger since the disgusting heat and humidity of July but they became a team. They became friends. The parents became friends. I am proud of these little men and how they played. Every day. Every game. They showed up. They tried so hard. They played with heart. I learned as much from them as I hope they learned from me on how to play the game.
It is sad to see it end. Coaching my son was special. He has the attitude and the physical skills to make a good football player some day.
He played so hard. He practiced courage. He never quit. Every second was worth it.
Priceless.
CEO, Parisian Family Office. Began Wall Street in '82. Founded investment firm, Native American Advisors, '95. White Earth Chippewa. Raised on reservations. Conservative. NYSE/FINRA arbitrator. Drexel Burnham alum. Pureblood, clot-shot free. In a world elevated on a tech-driven dopamine binge, he trades from GHOST RANCH on the Yellowstone River in MT, TN farm, PAMELOT or CASA TULE', the family winter camp in Los Cabos, Mexico. Always been, will always be, an optimist.
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