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My father should have been a professional athlete. He retired from a life-long mom-and-pop clothing store that he ran with my mother (they worked side by side every single day), but his dream was always in sports.
In college, he was a Bo Jackson-type athlete who excelled in every single sport he tried. He attended Auburn on a football scholarship (and even scored a touchdown against the hated Crimson Tide), and could play well enough to start on the basketball team, the wrestling team, or the swimming team, but had to give up football and college because he'd already married my mother and had a family to support. My folks had three kids by the time they were 20.
I know he was very satisfied with the way his life turned out, but I also know he'd have been one hell of a great pro athlete.
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