By: Drew the Infidel

At a high school where I coached we employed some of the special needs boys as equipment managers for the varsity football team. They were at every practice and game with specific duties but most of all were included in the mainstream of student life. One boy was autistic and his only complication was crowds. His dad would swing by the school and give him his prescribed medication along with some words of encourgement to settle his nerves. Other than the fact the kid was funnier than all hell there was nothing unusual about his demeanor and was certainly no danger to himself or anyone else.