If cancer could be tackled, Chad Carr would have made the hit. He was only 5, too young for pads or a helmet. And even bloated from the steroids the doctors prescribed, he was pretty small.
But he was huge in heart and even bigger in stature. If prayers and well-wishes could bring cancer to its knees, the disease would be flattened already. Chad Carr would have assured it.
Instead, because the battle against the king of all maladies is still being waged, one yard at a time, Chad took the kickoff last fall with a diagnosis no parent ever wants to hear.