My son, Steven, will be 14 yrs old on February 4. He's nearly 6' tall and loves to play football more than just about anything. He's played on Pop Warner teams and NYS teams. For the past few years, we've had a chance to watch him play a lot of games. When we arrive at the field, we usually get to see the last part of the game prior to his game. A lot of times it's a team that's just a year older than his team. Each time, I look at the huge kids and vow that my son, my baby, will NOT be playing against those big kids next season. Of course, the next season rolls around and my son, my sweet angel, has grown to be the size of those big kids. Last year, in particular, the kids in the next league up from his appeared to be man-sized - I mean, they looked like they had full beards and possibly even drove themselves to the game. I truly didn't want my youngest son being maimed or injured by one of those big brutes. And yet, here we are again, watching Steven play winter football through NYS and Steven is the man-sized giant that all the mothers of the younger players fear. Go #27 - Go Outlaws!