Flags down, pride up: a dad's field of dreams

As your newest voice in the sports section, I’ll let you in on a little secret: I’m not just scribbling from the press box. I’m living it. Five kids call me Dad, and three of them are suiting up in uniforms this fall. The youngest, a kindergartener with pigtails and boundless energy, just hung up her flags for the season. The older two are grinding under Friday night lights at Davenport High. And me? I’m the guy wiping turf off scraped knees one minute and chasing deadlines the next.

Last Saturday marked the end of flag football at our local football fields, and if you weren’t at the games, yo...