I was thinking this morning that I'm finally glad that I'm tall. Not for me, but that it was in my genepool to give to my son since my husband's family is somewhat vertically challenged. Thing One is about 5'10" and he needed every inch of that this week.
The high school at which he will be a freshman next year is both enormous (about 800 kids per grade) and extremely competitive in sports. He's been trying out for the freshman soccer team all week, 14 hours total spread over six days. Every boy trying out plays club soccer at some level and there were 50 of them vying for 22 spots, including six or seven boys who play the same position Thing One does. It's called centerback: these are the two defenders (in standard 11v11 play) who are right in front of the goal. For a variety of reasons, it helps to be tall if this is your position.
Thing One made the team. I couldn't be prouder of him. And Dad, thanks for being 6'4". Your grandson owes you, :)
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