At a Canton South football game my dad was working a concession stand and doing his job making hot chocolate and taking orders. We were chatting about the game and he asked how the team was doing since he couldn't watch much of it. I told him he was asking the wrong person, when all of a sudden we heard this yelling and punching. I turn the corner and saw two teenage boys fighting, I was in middle school at the time and they had to be at least sophomores in high school. Before the fight could really get bad my dad comes out of no where and pulls the one boy off of the other and pushes him against the fence and yells for the other boys to get out of the game. When the boy was far enough away my dad let go and told the kid to get outta here and if he saw him again tonight he would get the sheriff down here.
It was the first time I really saw my dad able to be strong and willing to step in to a situation he knew nothing about to help someone. I mean I'm not saying either of them needed help but fighting isn't the solution and my dad knew that. He was tough for that, I always knew he was strong but never put himself out there like that before. My dad looks like a mean tough older guy but he is really sweet and nice when you talk to him. He is for sure not the person you see at football games getting into fights, he is the person breaking it up.
