As young black males, we were faced with crucial decisions for survival most days and there was certainly no shortage of opportunity to get involved in less than favorable activities. Other days were spent doing what was considered more “fun” an escape if you will, playing the sport that really changed my life and that I love dearly: Football. Practicing on a dirt field, it wasn’t uncommon to find a needle or two, we even spotted a dead body once then finished practice after the coroner left.
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