The calendar is about to turn to September. Leaves are starting to fall from the giant tree in our front yard, days are slowly becoming shorter, and in the mornings there is a crisp feel in the air marking an upcoming change in season. That can only mean one thing: football season. In this unprecedented year with sports adapting to changes as well as every facet of society, the NFL is about to embark to play a complete season. There are political undertones that make this year feel different, but the fan in me is giddy in anticipation for another season of football Sundays. To get me in the mood during this time of year when baseball and football overlap, I turned to a familiar author whose words should be mandatory reading for all Americans. Jacqueline Woodson has written a book about football, about the long term toll physical and mental health injuries take on families, and the place of retired athletes in society. While not your typical football book, Woodson’s writing is must read for me, so I knew I’d have to indulge in her latest poetry in motion before the season kicks off.
Zachariah Johnson, Jr., ZJ, is a typical twelve year old kid living in Maplewood, New Jersey. He is an aspiring song writer who enjoys experimenting with new tunes on his guitar and spends all of his free time with his boys Daniel, Darry, and Ollie. Yet, ZJ is not your typical twelve year old kid in that his father his star tight end Zachariah Johnson #44, the best his team (most likely the Giants [boo] ) ever had. The Johnson’s Maplewood home has a swimming pool, indoor basketball court, and a sprawling yard with oak, birch, pine, and fruit trees, all creature comforts of what a professional sports salary can buy. The Johnsons dote on ZJ, their only child, yet remain as humble as possible in their suburban community where Zachariah stands out as an NFL star. Everyone wants his autograph, all the boys want him to play in their touch football games as all time quarterback, and most kids at school gape in awe of ZJ when they find out who his dad is. Yet, ZJ is a kid who loves his mom’s maple pancakes and lemon cakes, Saturday mornings with his boys, and rap sessions with his dad. His dad might have won a Super Bowl and plays on Sunday night football, but to ZJ, Zachariah is his dad first, and a football star next. He is his father’s little man, and in their joint rap sessions, the two show deep love and admiration for each other as they create poetry in motion.
On New Year’s Eve of the new Millenium, ZJ’s world turns upside down as his dad starts forgetting things and experiencing excruciating headaches on a daily basis. By the time the new football season starts, Zachariah sits out every game. The headaches and moodiness become increasingly worse, and doctors do not know what is the matter. Whispers from his mom’s friends, other football wives, are rumors that Zachariah’s symptoms are becoming more and more common around the NFL, but no one knows what this disease or it’s cause is. It was not until 2016 that Dr Bennet Omalu published his findings in Concussion, linking repeated concussions and traumatic hits to the head to the brain disease known as CTE that is unfortunately now common in football players. Today all professional sports have a concussion protocol that their players have to pass to be allowed to play, with a battery of tests that football players must complete in order to be allowed back on the field. Many players have voluntarily cut their careers short after even one concussion because their long term health is more important to them than the fame and glory of an NFL career. This information was hardly a blip on the horizon twenty years ago, and players like Zachariah shuttled from doctor to doctor in hopes of finding what made their minds foggy. In the interim, their families coped with the new reality that their fathers/husbands were no longer everybody’s hero but men struggling to get through their lives.
While Zachariah becomes a shell of his former self, ZJ gives up tackle football for good after seeing what has happened to his dad. His boys got his back and they find plenty of other activities to take the place of football. This is more common today as even well known professional athletes have stated publicly that they do not want their children playing contact sports. ZJ finds an outlet in his music, poetry, and walks in the woods. Woodson writes this book in prose, and I have yet to find many writers who are as adept as she is at creating complex characterizations in a short amount of words. This book, at 160 pages, might be geared toward older, middle grade readers, exposing sports fans to poetry, but also a joy for adult readers who have long enjoyed Woodson’s work. As I have struggled to find many wholesome books for my kids over the years, Woodson has a knack for creating friendships where kids genuinely have their backs and there is little competition or tension between them. Her books are a throwback to books I read growing up where I knew that all of the protagonists, even if they coped with real life issues, were all friends and would get through life together. While ZJ and his friends move full speed toward their teen years, at a time where kids can be plain mean, Woodson has the fantastic four of ZJ, Daniel, Darry, and Ollie always supportive of each other through thick and thin. Their relationship brought a smile to my face as ZJ and his mom navigate the new life as care givers to their father/husband ahead of them.
With the NFL season hopefully starting in less than two weeks without a hitch, I have much to look forward to. My favorite player is on a new team and hopes to get back to the Super Bowl for an unheard of tenth time. That should keep my excitement level on high for the next five months; however, even with rules on the books to protect quarterbacks, brutal hits are always a possibility. Even the stars know that each game could be their last, something fans try not to think about. Jacqueline Woodson has crafted a story about the early days of CTE research in a way that kids can see the fine line between athlete and person, and mature readers can appreciate the love of writing she brings to each story. Woodson is truly a gift to this generation of readers of all ages. Each story is as exquisite as the last and I know that it will not be long until she births her next one. Anticipating her next book should keep me as giddy as I feel on a typical NFL Sunday.
4+ 🍁 🏈 🍂 stars