JFIFC    $ &%# #"(-90(*6+"#2D26;=@@@&0FKE>J9?@=C  =)#)==================================================CK" }!1AQa"q2#BR$3br %&'()*456789:CDEFGHIJSTUVWXYZcdefghijstuvwxyz w!1AQaq"2B #3Rbr $4%&'()*56789:CDEFGHIJSTUVWXYZcdefghijstuvwxyz ?ƾ&נ݆="q ]vOʧTD9{<%*'> Q:]zojecy~c5`'SNp)Aͭ˹u[F3U|M lYF`G}Kն+Zy D[N:(ֲXGy`Ĭ,, Pi]3ˣ:2͙R]n4{עgJ]1lp3һ_ xRY3JX''#ÖXf2mB2I"?Jj\oZ 7 +֛};s`dR5b"aJI¶o[[Pln/jqś\;oe6w؛<ۅŻ@<]知iɭ(#R2}ڪ)[Te^ܟv,>-d'&;qsM]-Q kђzOhGH )^H$zwoU?2aq4YeK8%ᑼX;m*NJVn="9e E usUxP;iՋluzwbzaGB5w7p5M%>a^(s/֔f2Neˏ~wm*ݤs8#'5 ^LWE˸xk0~m4k0~m4QJN]74L?U4(d\e.C-~m4QJI#o oG-R$@Gj(*ri has the best arm on the team, too bad he s not 6-2. Or,  Hey, Tommy, I m going to buy you some growing pills to take during the off season. I remember going home every day and crying in my room. It felt like someone was taking away from me what I loved most, football. That s when my Grandpa Mario would call. He called every day to see how practice had gone.<br>Whenever my Dad told me Grandpa was on the phone, I would wipe my tears away and try to stop myself from hyperventilating because I thought it was unmanly to cry and I didn t want to disappoint him. Then I would put the phone to my ear and hear Grandpa say,  Hey Butch! Hw was your day, Buddy? <br>Grandpa would always reply by saying,  Don t worry about it, Tom. You and I both know that it s his loss. You re a good, strong football player. Just keep plugging away at the weights. If he keeps you off the field because of your lack in size, then he s a jerk! No matter how upset Grandpa ever got, he would never let his grandchildren hear him urse. But it was his w