I GOT OUTCHINNED
In grade school I had a best friend/rival. We were the two fastest kids in our grade. When we got to the 7th grade we both went out for football.
The first day the coach, not knowing anyone, lined us all up against the wall. He went down the line and said, "you, you and you go get a new uniform."
He repeated the process with his next group and they got the best of the used uniforms.
When I was finally chosen there were no uniforms left. I felt I was treated unfairly because my friend was chosen with the first group. In my mind we were equals.
The difference between us was that he had a broad face like a Pit Bull, with a big chin. I had a thin face like a Chihuahua with a small chin. The coach took one look at him and saw a football player while what he saw in me was a waterboy.
But was the coach wrong or unfair? I wanted to think so, but probably not. People with bigger chins are genetically made of tougher stuff than people with smaller chins. In fact, later in life I got a serious knee injury playing hacky-sack. I can imagine what would have been my fate on the football field. The coach in his wisdom may have saved me from a permanent physical injury.