Glory days 

Near death by Scrabble, hypnotizing the Hawks, and other introductory humiliations

Ten years ago, when I was 20, I drove to Rome (Georgia) with my Dad and then-girlfriend to compete in a sanctioned Scrabble tournament. I entered an arm-wrestling competition and ran a drunken "hash" earlier that year; I was in college and…

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