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I guess I’m a mature athlete. I’m certainly an amateur athlete. But deep inside I’m an immature athlete, someone who will work hard at having fun.
I’ve been a water baby for as long as I can remember. At Riverdel Swim Club in Riverside, N.J., my mom would walk backwards as her kids would desperately swim toward her, and she’d dunk us until we stopped crying. It was effective, but I’d probably get arrested for pulling that kind of crap on my kids. Times change. As a result, Continue reading “I’m a mature athlete.”