Try a little tenderness (For Otis and my mom who got me into him young)

I am not much for the one defining moment where I am like, no more this is it, fade into dramatic life change. Maybe once when I did not make the team, not once but back to back twice the school and my club teams. I decided to practice every free minute and turned my den into a ball skill clinic, hitting the ball against the fireplace. But even then I thought I will get so good no one can take anything I love away from me again. I never got cut again. I was never a good soccer player anyway. I was and always will be a swimmer and I also would dive. Yet when I was in that pool it…