Growing up, Monday mornings consisted of ESPN before school. As you poured your bowl of cereal, packed your backpack and brushed your teeth, SportsCenter would play in the background. As you waited to leave for the bus, you sat on the couch hoping Jacked Up came on before your mother told you for the fourth time that she wasn’t driving you if you missed your ride.
It was a time when big hits were idolized and “penalties” seemed to come far and few between. The harder the blow the bigger the leap as you jumped from your seat witnessing years taken from someone’s life.