Sports and Hard Lessons Learned
I sat in my living room the other night as the game clock rapidly counted down the life of the season for my Dallas Stars, two wins short of skating Lord Stanley’s Cup around an empty arena in Edmonton. Frustrated...
My Son, The Loser
Not a loser in the derogatory sense that would breed shame and embarrassment in his parents like a glowing ember of humiliation fanned by the winds of failure. At least I hope not. We haven’t even met the kid yet.