My St. Stephen Martyr boys were perfect. We didn't all get straight As. Some of us sassed teachers and earned detention. Others screwed up in their personal lives but when it came to football, we were dialed in. We practiced hard every afternoon. If Coach Don Kalbhin thought we were slouching, he'd order our dads to line up their cars and turn on the headlights so we could keep practicing after sunset. Our dads deferred to the coach's wishes. The reward unfolded through the course of the season. Our little football team was perfect in 1968. We beat all challengers, including the Holy Family team listed below to win the Toy Bowl. It would be the only championship experience many of