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Tuesday, September 09, 2003   No Ordinary Day 10 Acidman gave his son some advice that applies to our war: Quinton weighs 70 pounds of pure muscle and sinew. The weight limit for running backs in the league is 96 pounds and the limit for linebackers and defensive backs is 110 pounds. I don't know how much offensive linemen can weigh, but fat ones will never get downfield to strike my boy. He's too quick. Quinton said that his coach already named him the "Toughest Player on the Team" after the first week of practice. I have no doubt about it. The boy is fearless. I asked him if he thought he could tackle a 96-pound running back in the open field. "I already have, Daddy. Toby, on my team, weighs 95 pounds and I tackled him so hard at practice that he stayed on the ground and cried." "Did it hurt YOU?" I asked. "A little," Quinton replied. "But I remembered what you said about always getting up first, just to make the other guy BELIEVE that you weren't hurting, too. It worked, too, Dad, just like you said. I think Toby is afraid of me now." Make the other guy BELIEVE that you weren't hurting, too. I think we did that, don't you? This post, and all of my blog posts about September 11 are collected on a page called No Ordinary Day. -- posted by Chuck at Tuesday, September 09, 2003 | E-mail | Permalink | Main | 0 comments