When the “Friday Night Lights” became “Thursday Night Softball” games – That’s when it was over. Not your youth, but your childhood. You didn’t know it right away, but you can only play those types of games for so long before it finally catches up. After a knee injury and a jolt to the head by a baseball bat swung by an off work Federal Agent who you’d never hang out with if it wasn’t for this.
So you have to make a new game plan and the contest becomes money and it’s kind of funny because there’s a similar satisfaction - seeing facts and figures laid out on paper, big bank account balances and fat tax returns in April. Everything’s different, but exactly the same and you find out that fortune is something far different from fame.
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