came home. My dad was drinking. We sat down together for dinner. My dad was in no mood for a serious discussion, so we started to eat. My two sisters were out on dates. My mom was working. I said, “Dad, I know what I’m going to do with my life.” He said, “What?” I said, “I’m going to be a sports psychologist for the Pittsburgh Steelers, the Dallas Cowboys, and the United States Olympic Committee.” My dad never graduated from high school. He said, “What’s that? What’s a sports psychologist do?” I said, “I don’t know.” He just looked at me, and I can still see his eyes, and he says, “Just eat.”
