I Hate To Blow My Own Horn,

I've Always Played With Kids That Were Five, Six, Seven Years Older Than Me.

My Workout Was Running Down Fly Balls, Stealing A Base, Or Running For My Life On The Football Field.

So, I Got A Lot Of Recruitment Letters From Track.

If My Mother Put On A Helmet And Shoulder Pads And A Uniform That Wasn't The Same As The One I Was Wearing, I'd Run Over Her If She Was In My Way. And I Love My Mother.

My Sophomore Year I Placed 2nd, And My Junior And Senior Year - I Got Smart And Piled Up Enough Points Between Myself And Second Place Where I Didn't Have To Run The Mile.