JFIFC    $ &%# #"(-90(*6+"#2D26;=@@@&0FKE>J9?@=C  =)#)==================================================<K" }!1AQa"q2#BR$3br %&'()*456789:CDEFGHIJSTUVWXYZcdefghijstuvwxyz w!1AQaq"2B #3Rbr $4%&'()*56789:CDEFGHIJSTUVWXYZcdefghijstuvwxyz ?Rǖq0UtLDA p{֞J .|d`gwZ|Z늖rG]h.mi$ă$ucVCʦfkJ+2Gt}:0k&Im}| =tLzйzq~UJqfU\ : w@ֵ: `HVy\HHiq_J%k | 5u8.xg]לȾ^T>_3zXoJo-` y57tt4wK8P)d[f1}>gg0O,k)$ihe too small to play football.  Collelouri 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! How 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