DESTIN, Fla. — I once threw a rock through my living room window, shattering the glass. I don’t remember why I did it—I was 5, full of energy and maniacal thoughts. I’m pretty certain I denied doing it, at least at first, but my parents knew better and so my football coach of a father, his arm muscles bulging through his shirt and his neck veins protruding, pulled me into my bedroom for a stern discussion that may or may not have involved the palm of his hand. I never threw a rock indoors again, a streak that is 30 years old this summer.
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