The Paisano

Participation trophies are bad

Frankie Leal

December 6, 2017

When I was no more than four or five years years old, my father and I played football together on the living room carpet. I would try and score, and time after time I would be stopped. I would cry, scream and throw myself on the floor in tantrums of frustration. My mother would sigh. “Why can’t...