I have found myself thinking about legacies in recent months.
Growing old does that to a person. Children grow, parents age, and one day you look in the mirror and do not recognize the person staring back at you. Gone is the young college freshman, or even the fresh-faced professional ready to take on the world. Instead, staring back at you is a middle-aged man, with more wrinkles than he would like, more grey hairs than he would care to admit, and a lingering thought of what he will leave behind.
Mortality comes for us all, but in a way, athletes face two endings. There is the one at
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