I remember an incident when my sister Julie was in high school. She was about fourteen, and she went to a school called Von Steuben. One afternoon, after Von Steuben had lost a big basketball game, Julie came home from school crying over her team’s defeat. My parents were completely beside themselves; they didn’t know what to do. They just couldn’t conceive that she was crying because of a high school basketball game. It was a totally foreign concept.
