I can understand Debra Roache sticking up for her son, but she might want to really get over it and move on (letter, Oct. 10, “Son ‘discriminated against,’ didn’t make team because of size”). Maybe God has something else planned for her son, and not a career in football.
When I was in junior high and high school my older brother was so short classmates called him “pee-wee.” When I came along, I was shorter and they called me “wee-wee.”
I didn’t start growing until my senior year in high school – much too late to play on any football teams. Every August, I would try out for the football teams but was always told I was “too small.” The coaches said it was for my own good as I could get seriously hurt. So I became the team manager.
The irony is that I am now 6 feet, 3 inches tall.
I know Ms. Roache feels bad and her son feels even worse. And maybe the coaches were not as compassionate as they could have been. This is a good life lesson.
Christopher Noah, Ph.D.