I want my mailbag column to be what happens at 2 a.m., when all the lights are suddenly turned on in the club.
In other words, it should be a bizarre mixture of chaos, self-defeat, shrewdness, foolish ambition and unrealistic expectations.
I'm the type of person who'd rather cannon-ball through life than dip my toe into the pool. Fair warning: This first mailbag isn't for the weak-kneed.
Last week, I wrote a column about former New York Giants wide ...Read full story