When I was a child I thought my purpose was to make people laugh, to break tensions, to shift some attention my way to be sure. I was good at making people laugh. “Class clown,” actually appeared ink etched upon my third grade report card. Soon, my comedy came all too readily and at the expense of academics. At some point, I’m not sure exactly when, I switched gears away from making a fool of myself toward sports. Those who know me as I am today find this portion of my life hard to believe, but I did become quite good at several sports, but this lasted only so long; the body betrays us, or well, it ultimately betrayed me. I slowed. I fattened. Bones grew spurs. My eyesight changed. I lost a lot of coordination.