Jason Brent Littlefield

JB Littlefield was a heart with 2 legs and 2 arms on the football field. He played so much bigger than his size. He was a leader in the weight room and on the JMH championship powerlifting team. He proved to all of us you could do more than you ever believed possible through hard work and fearless determination. As a key member of the JMH football team and runner up state champions in 1993 he lead by example on and off the field. He never asked for the ball but when his number was called he faced the moment with grit and bounced off would be tacklers like a pin ball. He delivered the hits and was a blocker more often then then the runner. To the opponents he was under sized but by the end of the game they knew him to be the warrior he was in heart & soul. He lead by example and pushed his teammates to give more because he was & he expected it from his brothers. He was a face you wanted to see in the huttle. I will always love him for his emotional honesty during the fight for team success. He gave more than he took and he was a true friend in every way possible. He celebrated life with a smile of joy and a laugh full of happiness. He had an amazing trick he'd do to crack us all up with his necklace through his nose and back through his mouth. I still laugh thinking about it. He was a joy to be around and always ready for a fun time. He brought a senior class together because he had friends in all the groups. JB lived life to its fullest at all the high school dances or basketball games. JB will be missed but never forgotten. I know I can speak for all his JMH football teammates when I say we love you and we will never forget you. 

I’ve been going through my rolodex of JB memories this morning. I haven’t seen JB in many years, but I can still here his voice reciting a Cheech and Chong line, “It’s a new cut…ya’ll be bad..whoop! whoop!” One of my first memories that comes to mind is that when I first met him 1991, he looked like He-Man. He looked as if he was chiseled out of stone.  I remember going to the gym with him and he would just toss the weights around. His dedication to his physical fitness was contagious. If we were at the Judge gym or getting a workout in at the Sports Mall, it was always a chance for JB to show off his build. His energy was wild, and I’ll never forget his passion for life during the time we were close.   He was a huge part of the success our football team had at Judge. He never quit, he never doubted our team and he was incredible leader. My fondest memory of JB is after our last practice of the week, JB and I would stay on the field while the rest of our teammates walked up the hill to the locker room. He and I would take off our helmets and sit quietly in the south endzone. We wouldn’t talk much. We’d just look at the filed, look at the empty stands and picture ourselves kicking the shit out of our next opponent. After a few minutes, we’d just look at each other and knew it was time to run. We’d strap on our helmets and sprint 100 yards to the north endzone and leaving it all on the field.  It’s a memory I’ll never forget.   Sending you positive vibes to the heavens, JB. When I think of you I think…chain through the nose trick, never EVER washing your JUDGE football shirt that you wore under your pads, that ghetto black car, jumping said car on the 6th south jump and watching parts of it fly through the intersection, Taco Bell Tuesdays, hair, you had so much damn hair, funny pics at Challed’s house, atomic situps, shaving cream fight last day of school, Sports Mall, rated R memories (lots of those), Three Fountains, you flashing made up gang signs after you’d watch Boyz in the Hood, bass boxes and a stereo system so loud it made parts of the car fall off, bus rides to practice, mohawks, speed, always smiling, making us all laugh at something disgusting you said or did, effort, honesty and always having a brothers back.   RIP old friend. See you on the other side one day. Mike Gallegos