I don’t know. That whole sports as a metaphor for life thing?
Triumph over adversity? Getting back in the game. All that organized
sports and ball club stuff. It just makes me feel weird. Like, bored
weird. Like, who cares? But then you throw a young unwed mother in the
mix and I’m all eyes and ears.
So I actually read this “sports” story,
which is really, let’s be honest, more of a borderline-Hollywood gossip
piece (also more interesting than sports writing). And it involves
people whose names are vaguely familiar to me – Matt Leinert, for one
-- but I don’t really know anything about. Still, the writer had me at
“19, pregnant and scared.”
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