Some good friends of mine’s son decided he wanted to play football when he was nine. His mom was worried about him getting hurt and tried to talk him into playing soccer or something else instead.
A couple of weeks later, the kid decided he wanted to learn bull riding. (The Houston Rodeo was in town.) His mom decided that playing football wouldn’t be so bad after all and they signed him up. 😏
With football, the more games means the more chances to get an injury that one lives with the rest of one’s life. Since I was a late bloomer, and wasn’t a starter, most of my beatings happened in practice, and therefore didn’t get anything more than bruises and cuts.