He is close to tears. He is not physically hurt. No ankle has been twisted, no knee has been scraped, nobody needs their asthma inhaler.
The other boys are making fun of his size. Most of the time he pretends it doesn’t bother him. But I’m the coach, and it’s pretty hard to miss.
I have watched him smile and try to shake it off. Sometimes he will parry with a comment of his own—something about them that they’re sensitive of… I know this thing that they are doing.
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