It was 9:00 a.m. and I was at my desk, after having just slayed my way through Atlanta’s traffic. In the back of my mind, there was something bugging me; was I forgetting something? Some appointment I ...
It’s the middle of October in 1988 and I’m suited up in my soccer cleats and uniform, standing a dozen yards or so from the goal at our end of the field. I’m seventeen years old, and playing in one of ...