A AUTOGRAPH, A STORY
Last Tuesday, something happened at the Minneota vs. Dawson-Boyd volleyball match that will stay with me forever. It was a humbling experience that took me back to my own childhood—a memory I haven’t thought about in years. When I was 12 years old, growing up in New Ulm, Minnesota, I was a huge Minnesota Vikings fan. I idolized players like Alan Page, Carl Eller, and … Continue reading A AUTOGRAPH, A STORY