Charlie played sports but he was hardly getting in line to become another brainless Jock. He did them because it all counted towards good merit at school. Soccer, rowing, the school paper.
"Sounds like you would have fit right in with the Dead Poets, Mister Luther, sir" he smiled. Had it not been for Mr Keating, maybe Charlie would never have taken an interest in literature? "Do you write or just enjoy reading?" he asked.