Coach in Green, Golf Swings, and 25 Years of Glory: The Reunion That Hit Different Twenty-five years. That’s how long it had been since high school. A full quarter-century since we last ran wind sprints, wore matching warmups, and thought stretching was for the weak. But somehow, against...
Surf, Sharks, and Sand-Stuck Sedans: My Galveston Saga Galveston, Texas. The sun was hot, the waves were calling, and Pleasure Pier stood in the distance like a carnival mirage. I was there to surf, soak up the Gulf vibes, and maybe—just maybe—channel my inner Kelly Slater. What I didn’t...