When I was a child, I was obsessed with the game “Skee-Ball.” I was uniquely gifted with ball-handling, and starting at age 8, I began dominating the local skee-ball circuit. I didn’t care for trophies or medals. Thankfully my uncle was a welder, and he was able to melt my hardware down so I could use it to cap some of my molars. When I was 10, I got a pretty bad bout of carpel tunnel, and I had to have a special skee-ball brace made. It didn’t matter; I still made First Team All-Skeets i Read more ...
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