Watching the World Series from Kansas City, I thought of a friend from high school whose story has to be told.
John Martin grew up on a farm outside of Bryant in eastern South Dakota, near my hometown. He had bushy dark hair with thick eyebrows and a crooked smile. He had a bear-trap handshake, molded from years of never-ending chores. He loved sports, especially baseball, but it was easy to see that his best sport was football.
John often joked about his baseball ability, but that never...
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