Rough free write of essay #1 (informal)

The second thing that happened to me that contributed to my transformation into manhood was seeing my dad cry for the first and only time. The first thing was puberty and the third thing hasn’t happened yet because I haven’t placed responsibilities over narcissistic wants.
Growing up, my dad was a man. He never complained about work or marriage and always knew how to yell without compromising his integrity as a male role model –(but could still yell with enough force and reverberation to get my brother and I back in line.)
About seven or eight years ago, my dad was helping coach my brother’s baseball team and had become good friends with the other coaches and some of the dads on the team. After games they would park their trucks behind the fields and have "coaches meetings", which were just another name for 'drink beers and tell stories', sometimes until three in the morning. Us kids, about five or six of us, would go up to the meetings after the games and listen to our dads talk. We would try to hold back smiles and imitate gestures, in a trance of half amazement and half envy. We heard stories about how one dad, Ralph, closed the front door on his sister’s now-husband when he came to pick her up on their first date and how another dad, Juan, had to smash a rock in some guy’s face who had him backed up against a wall. There were scar stories and fight stories and a sense of urgency among us kids to live up to these stories
Eventually this urgency would cause us to get restless and we would leave the meetings to go wander the dark fields and pick fights with each other, not out of anger, but for fun, and mostly out of imitation. The night that it happened, we didn’t go up to the coaches meeting after the game; because by this time, word got out among some other team’s dads that our dads were having "coaches meetings" after the games. I guess they thought it was a good idea and started to stay late too. But our dad’s didn’t like these other dads. They said they were "pompous sonsofbitches" who "would run the score up even if they were winning 13-0". This attitude was transmitted over to us kids, so naturally we didn’t like the other dads’ kids.