I grew up a sports kid. I loved everything about sports, from little league baseball practice to floor hockey in gym class to indoor Nerf basketball at my friend Tom's house during long winters. All my free time was about playing sports. It was something to do with the loads of energy I had (I'm sure my mom was thankful). It was a way to bond with friends. It was a conversation starter with young and old alike. I could dream about Olympic glory with my friends after the 1980 men's hockey gold medal, or I could talk about the Cubs' dismal starting rotation with my octogenarian grandfather.
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