Michael_ Gee
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Good story.For whatever reason it takes me back to when I was little bitty shirt, maybe 4 or 5, and my father, an offensive tackle, played in an old-timer's football game at our small-town high school. He would have been 27 or 28, working a job-and-a-half, smoking ... not fat but definitely out of shape. He was this giant of a man to me, so I couldn't understand why we had to go pick him up at the doctor's office!