spokesman.com
A GRIP ON SPORTS • Hardly a week went by some 50 years ago without drama in our home. Usually it began with dad sitting in his chair, reading his newspaper. He would hit some story, read about a third of it and throw the paper down in disgust. “The world is going to hell in a handbasket,” he would yell before stomping out to the garage or the yard, muttering to himself. Me? I would immediately pick up the discarded Sports section and checked the box scores.
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