As a kid, I could not wait for football season. Back then, the excitement of the new season seemed to start immediately after my family would return from our weeklong vacation in Wildwood, N.J., where I would frolic in the Atlantic, making believe I was Walter Payton, leaping into the endzone, as I jumped over knee-high waves as they came crashing along…
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