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Making the 9th BB team -- third-string bench jockey -- changed my life. I would have been a non-person, another Wisconsin mill rat with no future whining about my misfortune on a barstool. When my son, the erstwhile "Hungry and Firsty," entered high school, I told him to pick a sport. He chose track, had great coaches and excelled. By his senior year, his hamstrings were shot. He ran the 400-meter leg of the Distance Medley Relay at the Penn Relays in Philly. He took the baton in third place, got passed on the backstretch. We feared he was fading. He fought back and handed the baton to the 800-meter teammate still in third place. The guys from Herndon H.S. damned near won the "Championship of America." for high schoolers. When I asked him after the race whether he thought his hammies would give out, he replied, "Gee dad, no way I'd let down my teammates...." Correct answer! I'd never been prouder of our son.

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