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So it is a rainy cruddy day and the boards are a little slow so I thought I'd ask a silly question...

I have seen it mentioned several times here on the board that when a kid is being scouted/recruited that they will not only look at the player's abilities, test scores, grades etc... but that they will also look at his parents and their size and whether married or divorced etc. Do they really take the parents size into consideration? Is it really a detriment if their parents are married or divorced?

While I have zero intention of fixing the marriage part Razz could my being overweight negatively impact my son down the road or is it really not a big deal?
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If your size is being looked at it's your height and body frame, not your weight. A recruiter recently asked how tall is junior's mother and siblings. Junior is my height, 6'1". When told mom is 5'8" and sister is 5'10" he commented junior probably has more growing to do in a positive tone.

If divorce is an issue a lot of talent would be overlooked. Maybe if the parents are recently divorced the recruiter might look a little closer at the kid's mental makeup. I've seen some kids of divorced parents mentally mature faster than other kids.
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I didn't think that they'd pick a kid with married parents over a kid with divorced parents per se..but I could see where they might look at the makeup of the kid a little closer. Thankfully for the most part the Ex and I get along well and son has adjusted quite well. Heck we live in the same neighborhood even..lol.

Son is already taller then me at 6' 1". I am 6' tall and large framed. Son has a nice lean athletic body on a solid frame so no issues there.

Was just curious if it would be an issue..seems to me it won't be in our case.

However it could be good motivation for me to lose some weight!!!
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The questions asked sometimes can tell a story.
Example would be, did parents attend college, that may signal that attending college may be more important than going pro after HS.
The divorce question, wouldn't be for makeup, but rather more for financial reasons.
Don't read into everything they ask, just answer the questions.
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I've always heard it said that the height comes from the mom.
A wive's tale our pediatrician said is somewhat true is boys will typically grow to be 6-8 inches taller than their mothers. Also take a look at the uncles on the wife's side of the family.


Pretty much sums up my situation. I now get "handmeups"



I belive the only time the playing history of a parent comes into play is when the parent has been a sucessful professional athlete. In these cases it does make a difference.

I agree with TPM, fill out the forms and don't worry about it.
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CPLZ,
I am 5'2", my husband 5'10" and son close if not past 6'4" by now, maybe 6'5", not sure, no one has measured him in years. Daughter is 5'5".
When we met coaches and scouts they definetly wanted to know where he got his height.
My husband comes from a family of little people, parents and gradnparents, my father and one brother 6'5" and the other 6', my grandfather well over 6 foot.
Definetly comes from my family genes. Smile

What was the height of those on your wifes side?
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