Coach Isome I didn’t get to spend much time with you at all.

We meet on the gridiron as nighthawaks, last summer and fall.

The gridiron, a fun, cool, wonderful place for people like you and me.

I wish I could have express, the major effect, that short time we spent together, had on me.

You had an effect on me that I’m sure you never knew.

Coming to a team as the new guy like I did, there wasn’t always someone to turn too.

On a team where favoritism ran so high.

Coach Ice I can whole heartedly say, you had no favorite guy.

Even When I stormed off that field, mad, helmet went flying.

You was there to lend a helping hand to someone you may have only known as the new guy.

In simplest terms, Coach Isome I respected you so much because you was real.

Even though you in a better place, I speak for all of nighthawk nation when I say, we much rather have you on that field.

God called you home, now your with the best.

April 30th, 2012 is it, we must lay you to rest.

You always told us, do your one—eleven.

When I Play I never forget it. So keep an eye on me coach Isome, I expect you to let me know how I did once I see you again in heaven!

                                                                   John G. Dunn II

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