I was only nine years old when I first encountered the man. We called him Coach. It was awkward for me because I bagged groceries at my uncle’s grocery store where he and his family shopped. I was playing catcher for the Mack’s Meat Heads Pee Wee baseball team in my hometown of Lexington, SC sponsored by Mack’s Cash and […]
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