I watched through the chain link fence that separated the field from the parking lot. Out on the field, my son was the only one standing. In front of him, a bunch of other players sat cross-legged listening to the coach. I pressed my ear to the fence trying to hear what was being said but was too far away to make out the words.
It was cut day. Some of t…
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