Two things defined my childhood: Beverly Cleary and the Boston Celtics. One I loved. The other I hated with every human fiber.
The two times sports made me cry:
1. Senior year of high school. We were trailing the top fastpitch softball team in our division by a run. It was the bottom of the seventh (in our league that was the final inning) and we had two outs. We had a runner on first and I was on second. If we won, we would have tied for the division title. That was remarkable since ...
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