a twelve year old boynnway too big for his bicyclennlumbers to the middle schoolnntissue stabbed up his nosennhis mother told him he should know betternnbut he was tired of the leaknnanother straw on the camel's backnnin the middle of the weeknnfat boys aren't athletesnnthey're roadblocks dressed in pads and cleatsnnand they get paid a lot to stay obesennfat boys are not athletesnndanny said, i'm gonna take you on after school.nni'll turn the other cheek,nnthe boy's conscience whispered like a ghoulnni'll take your punchesnnand your pitchfork prods,nnand i'll be the punchlinennof the football squadnnall because...nnfat boys aren't athletesnnthey're roadblocks dressed in pads and cleatsnnand they get paid a lot to stay obesennfat boys are not athletes.nnand he will feel the stingnnand he will feel the stingnnand he will feel the stingnnfat boys aren't athletesnnthey're roadblocks dressed in pads and cleatsnnand they get paid a lot to stay obesennfat boys are not athletes