re: #508 MandyManners

Bless his heart. He is the smallest and the youngest on the team but the boy has no fear and no qualms and—I’m beginning to think—absolutely no common sense. He will launch himself onto the back of the biggest player and not let go, making them both go down in a whirl of helmets, pads and cleats. If he can’t reach the player’s body, he’ll dive for the feet. He will strip the cleat off his target’s foot. When he has the ball, he will turn around, run backwarkds and shove his closest pursuer smack-dab in the chest, then turn around and keep on running.

At first he scared the older boys ‘cause they didn’t know him and had no idea what he was bringing to the field. He growls at others. He barks. His legs and arms are covered in cleat marks, scrapes and grass stains. He is 71 pounds of absolute energy.

Sign him up!