I have no interest in football whatsoever, so when my uncle, Peter King, asked me to drive the van for The MMQB’s training camp tour this summer, you might say I was already running on empty. Then I actually ran out of gas at 1 a.m. on the highway. Here are my travel recollections
When I arrived for my first day of college in Maryland, my roommate showed up decked out in Ravens gear. His mother had also quilted some purple curtains for our room. “You don’t like football?” he asked, noticing pretty quickly that I didn’t know a damn thing he was talking about.