There is one quote that will always stick with me, for as long as I live. It didn't come from some great ancient scholar or an air-headed stud athlete, but instead from a 16 year old kid who grew up in Cumming, GA.
The pubescent teen was not a high school prodigy by any stretch of the imagination, he just LOVED sports.
Growing up in a small town, that was all he never knew. He never played on a varsity team, nor did he travel around the southeastern United States on some god forsaken daddy ball travel team.
No, this was just a kid who loved the blacktop. Loved pick-up football at the park. Loved 30 MPH pitching duels with his friends. Loved the democracy of make-it-take-it, the brilliance behind four-to-score. He could have been the worst athlete this side of the Mississippi, but to him, "jaying the three" or throwing a post pattern was the greatest thing in the world.
One day, a flag football tournament was being organized at school. While all the jocks were oozing over the chance to show up the rec-league rejects, one team, calling themselves Scrub Leage Nation, foamed at the mouth at the chance to even PLAY with the the "athletically gifted."
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