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Don't ever let anyone tell you it's 'just' sports
I am the son of a drunk, a man who was much too concerned with where his next whiskey was coming from than where I was going.
He didn't discipline me. Didn't advise me. Didn't father me. Hell, most of the time he didn't even know where I was. And my trembling mother was much too terrified of him and his sloppy temper slamming home to worry about what I was doing.
So when I got a regular byline in the town paper before my 21st birthday, I was as wild and unruly as ...
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