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Every point has a counter-point, every thesis an antithesis and every lesson has an equal and opposite scenario where I learned nothing. My work shirts, those golf or polo or dress shirts, have no story to tell.

In the midst of what should have been a time of celebration I experienced some confusing reactions that surprised me.

A one-of-a-kind experience in college still brings back memories of a cowboy trainer and a broken nose.

My JV Coach gave me my first shot at being published, a leap of faith for which I will always be grateful.

Track taught me the importance of pushing yourself beyond who or what you thought you could be and how much work that took.

As an intimidated sophomore defensive end, I missed a lesson from an upper classman I wish I hadn’t.

Some look like they’ve got ants in their pants and are ready to bail out at any moment and some step into the box like they’re Willie Mays.