Short story: Of note today, typically the players get very involved in a game called razzle dazzle at the end of camp. It’s essentially ultimate frisbee on 9 smaller fields and hundreds of elementary kids, pure chaos and awesomeness at the same time. The players typically love it and go nuts when their team scores and stuff. This year, they clearly appeared to have been explicitly told by the staff NOT to play. I heard some of them saying about exactly this. I suspect to prevent any weird injury (several years ago there was a dog pile about 9 kids hi on Breece). They were all standing and “coaching” their assigned teams with some “reffing” mixed in while the kids played the game. That is… all except Rocco. Rocco couldnt have given two sh*ts about what he was told about not participating and was going straight “all gas, no breaks” for his team of kids. sprinting, jumping, throwing passes and getting his team JACKed the hell up, and obviously winning. It was awesome. My back was to him for a moment and heard a little collision and turned around to see that Rocco had just mowed down some little 2nd grader trying to deflect a pass or something, like the kids face was semi buried in the grass and Rocco was helping him up and then Rocco, soaked in sweat, sprinted back to help his team on the other side of the field.