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Growing up, we played sports, whether it was home run derby at our neighborhood park, three-on-three in the driveway, or throw-back-and-run in the street. It was fun. It was a way to release some energy and get the competitive juices flowing.

Sports always had a way of taking my mind off things that were out of my control. My parents were very young when I was born, and then they separated. I spent a lot of time going between houses and splitting up holidays — the typical routine of a kid of divorced parents. We also moved a lot due to financial issues. At the time, I thought it was normal.