all uniforms I had asked for each Christmas, after watching me re-create 13)Super Bowls in the front yard every day after school, after addressing and stamping all those 14)illegible letters I wrote to the University of Texas football coaches telling them how to do their job—to tell me that I wasn’t going to be a pro football player. It must have been hard for her to tell the awkward, freckle-faced first grader the truth.
当妈妈“确认”那些我每年圣诞节都许愿想要的球服的确都是圣诞老人送的时候；当妈妈看着我每天放学后都在前院模仿打超级杯球赛的时候；当我多次向德克萨斯州大学的橄榄球教练写信，歪歪斜斜地写道他们应该怎样教好球员，然后妈妈替我写上地址和贴上邮票的时候；当妈妈告诉我我不是职业橄榄球员的料的时候，她一定非常难过。对妈妈来说，把真相告诉这么一个笨手笨脚、满脸雀斑的一年级小学生，肯定很痛苦。
