The Football Feels
They inch closer as I clutch onto the pigskin. Hands small, barely able to hold on between the laces. I have to choke up on the ball closer to an edge. Pulling back my right arm next to my ear… Continue Reading
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For the Love of Tennis
Today chatted with someone at work that I used to play tennis with, and he said to me “Hey, you gotta make time for the things you love. Don’t tell me tennis isn’t one of your loves.” The first tennis… Continue Reading