Twenty-five years ago today, on a beautiful clear New Hampshire morning, I stood in the parking lot of the meat-packing plant where I worked as a junior cost accountant. A bomb threat had been called in that forced us to evacuate. So we gathered and talked, enjoying the sun on our faces and the reprieve from work, knowing as you inherently do in those moments that it’s all just a false alarm. Slowly, from a car radio or two we started to learn of the horror of 9/11. Our build

If ever there were doubt that I am a bit of a geek, one need not look further than how I spent my summer vacation, because only a geek would spend a good chunk of July reading Supreme Court opinions and dissents. And if that weren’t enough, I washed it all down by rereading many of the Federalist Papers.

So today I procrastinate. Instead of polishing my blog on the Supreme Court, I started writing this piece about the lessons of sport.