To Our Readers

IN high school, almost more than anything else I wanted to play football, even though I knew I would be the smallest player on the team. It would have seemed unlikely that a center, the offensive lineman who snaps the ball, would be out on the field at 130 pounds.

Yet there I was, stepping forward one day to volunteer when the coach asked if anyone trying out for the team could snap the ball for punts. This required getting the ball back about twelve yards to the punter with consistent accuracy. No one else on the team seemed willing or able to do it, but my dad had taught me how when I was younger. We had practiced over and over again.

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