Steve Czaban is a flat-out Thanksgiving Day hero.
Get this – the Voice of the Great American Sportsman – decided he wanted to build a backyard football field.
So he did it in the most obsessive-compulsive way possible! We’re talking golf tees and kite string. We’re talking mowing patterns! We’re talking 24 cans of spray paint. He truly became Homer Simpson for a few days. It was a cast iron “Dork Alert” moment…
…Then some neighborhood kids and their friends from out of town showed up on Thanksgiving Day looking for a place to play pick-up football…and Czabe Stadium lit up for a game that made everyone forget about Iona Prep vs, New Rochelle.
Czabe you are the Santa Claus of Thanksgiving Day now! May the lights shine forever on your football field…
Just one question – if your man cave is the “5-Hour Energy Dome,” what are you going to call the football venue?
(For those of you scoring at home, my man cave is “Hemingway Stadium.”)
From the article:
“One: the weather. It was unreal. I mean, insanely nice. 62 degrees, low angle late fall sunshine. Not a breath of wind.
Then something pretty nutty happened. A group of kids, perfectly aged between 8 and 14, boys and girls just came walking down the gravel road behind the house.
LOOKING FOR A PICKUP FOOTBALL GAME.
I am not making any of this up.
Mind you, we have a smattering of neighbors in our little swatch of western Loudoun County, but the amount of “foot traffic” on that gravel road is maybe 2 people per day. Maybe.
These kids were visiting their in-laws, about a mile up the road. And you should have seen their faces when they saw the field I had made.
So when they asked if they could play, I told them to beat it, and if they don’t I would CALL THE COPS!
Ha. Kidding.”
Hey Czabe! Wanna come work on my apartment next?
