Good Sports
I come from a really competitive family. We would play basketball in our driveway until it got too dark to see the ball, until the neighbors got mad at the late-night dribbling or until someone would come inside crying. I’d say 90 out of 100 times, that someone was me. The other 10 were someone who just looks like me. But it didn’t stop with basketball. I don’t like to talk about it much, but something very ugly happened... Read More
