I never hit a homeroom, sank the winning shot, or scored a touchdown. Growing up, I played all of the sports, but not the way they were meant to be played. In my hometown we had expectations. We didn't have an "everyone plays rule". Our rule was simple. Only the best, most deserving played. And that wasn't me. But my brothers, well, they were Massillon Tigers.
It's nestled along the banks of the Tuscarawas River. Today, it's a slow town, having seen its heyday. Back in mid-20th century, it produced some of the finest steel in the world. Its high school football team, through the early seventies, had won the state of Ohio's High School Football Championship twenty-one times. It was the home of a decent list of famous and notable historic figures, like Paul Brown and the Gish sisters. And when I think of this place, I smile and reminisce with fond memories because I grew up in this wonderful burg. I'm from Dodge.
I grew up in the small city of Massillon. Situated in Northeastern Ohio, it's claim to fame is football. Located less than 10 miles from the Pro Football Hall of Fame, the town has a long, storied history of significant gridiron greats and gridiron accomplishments. In Massillon, September to November were the greatest times to be alive. That was when it all happened. And everything, and I mean everything, revolve around our high school football team, the Massillon Washington High School Tigers, or better known as the Massillon Tigers.