"Having just watched the Bridgeport Indians grind out a hard-earned tenth state football championship over the Bluefield Beavers, I alternatively marveled at the unwavering consistency over the last 50-plus years while also wondering how often, if ever, the changing cast of characters tasked with running the program had considered altering the formula for success."
"This is why I like Tom Brady. First he wasn’t good enough. Then he clearly was. Then he was injured. Then he relentlessly pursued a goal that tormented him. Then he was a cheater who became a villain with a Supermodel wife, a boatload of money, and a perfect life. He was the easiest guy in pro sports to hate, and it made me embrace him all the more."
"Though I do not remember the exact date, I do remember the moment my blood began to bleed Bridgeport Indian red. I was in grade school at Johnson Elementary sometime in the mid-1970s. A few of the high school players came over to talk to the kids and read us a story. They were big and friendly. One of them even let me try on his helmet."