“Runners to your marks,” the man with the pistol dangling from his right hand called. I stared at the finish line 100 meters in the distance. My hands twitched, and my legs quaked. Searing pain ignited in my left heel …
Questioning the NFL and Football
I watched the NFL last Sunday. But I couldn’t enjoy it because I couldn’t focus on the game. Too many questions jingled my brain. What if, I wondered, football mattered less to America? What if we didn’t care so much …
A Final Conversation on Football and Life
The brisk October wind tickled the back of my neck as Dad and I strolled inside a small pizza restaurant located in downtown Sandusky, Ohio. A lone bartender nodded his head, sprayed Coke into a glass, and handed it to one …