Spring Training Trip, Part 2: Pain

I hadn’t flown since before 9/11. Entering the Nashville airport, my son and I had no idea what to expect. Having read everything I could about the latest security regulations, we felt as prepared as we could be. Our shuttle dropped us at the terminal entrance, where...

It Hurts, But You Can Get Back Up

“How’s the crowd taking it?” That’s how my dad always joked when I got “hurt” as a kid playing ball. I rolled on the ground until I was sure everyone in the crowd was sufficiently concerned. Then, I rose dramatically to thunderous...