Originally, Will Foster actually didn’t want to be a football player. He actually had an incredible interest in hockey, a surprising development for a kid from Bucksnort, Tennessee. However, he found that his path to a professional hockey career was often impeded. Surprisingly to people unfamiliar with the area, Foster actually grew up within a reasonable drive of several youth hockey leagues in the greater Nashville area, and his parents were willing to do whatever it took to help their son fulfill his dream.
However, his first trip to Nashville to join such a league was met with incredible resistance, as many white-haired old men met him at the door with staffs and canes saying new people were not allowed to join the leagues. Foster and several other players were turned away that day, out of fear that somehow adding more future hockey players to the world would diminish the quality of hockey in Tennessee. Foster was met with great disappointment and sadness … until a local pee-wee football coach saw him walking back to the car with his parents, head hung low, and approached him.
“Did they turn you away too, son?” the coach asked.
“Yes,” Foster said between tears.
“They don’t know what they’re missing,” the coach said. “You clearly look like an athlete. Say, have you ever thought about playing football.”
Foster hadn’t. His dream had always been to be a pro hockey player. But considering the circumstances of the day, he was willing to give anything a try. He signed up to play football that fall, and the rest is history.
However, his first trip to Nashville to join such a league was met with incredible resistance, as many white-haired old men met him at the door with staffs and canes saying new people were not allowed to join the leagues. Foster and several other players were turned away that day, out of fear that somehow adding more future hockey players to the world would diminish the quality of hockey in Tennessee. Foster was met with great disappointment and sadness … until a local pee-wee football coach saw him walking back to the car with his parents, head hung low, and approached him.
“Did they turn you away too, son?” the coach asked.
“Yes,” Foster said between tears.
“They don’t know what they’re missing,” the coach said. “You clearly look like an athlete. Say, have you ever thought about playing football.”
Foster hadn’t. His dream had always been to be a pro hockey player. But considering the circumstances of the day, he was willing to give anything a try. He signed up to play football that fall, and the rest is history.
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