I wouldn't budge. What he didn't know because I wouldn't tell him was that I didn't want to play because I was sick and tired of not being able to breath. I was feeling sorry for myself that I had asthma.
A few years later, however, I didn't give him a chance to say such a thing to me. I played football even during an asthma attack. I even remember it was Thanksgiving and I kept running in every 5-10 minutes during the second half to use my nebulizer.
And while you might thing that was stupid of me, I thank him for that. Instead of allowing me to use my asthma as an excuse he encouraged me to do something. Because of him I became competitive. Thanks to him I stayed active, something we asthmatics should all do.
Thanks, Bob, you moron.