Blessings tend to make life’s imperfections dissipate like a cloud of smoke. That is, if you let them, if you focus on them, if you realize you’re blessed. If not, you’ll end up like most people, trapped in the smoky thickness with bloodshot eyes, probably coughing and complaining, your vision clouded, lacking sufficient depth and perspective… Continue reading
The drive from Lake Tahoe to Seattle is about 13 hours.
The road, like a river, winds its way through an array of landscapes—mountains, valleys, forests, desert, and high plains—as if God is showcasing His most beautiful paintings.
Nick Visconti is on the road, the river. He doesn’t second-guess his direction, just as water doesn’t question its current… Continue reading
There’s a mother driving her white Ford Thunderbird down a California freeway.
It’s 1994 and it’s lunch hour. It’s Orange County and it’s sunny. She’s on her way to Costco to buy groceries for her family, just a mile from her exit, when she realizes something.
But it’s too late… Continue reading
That summer, John Morris would sit in church every Sunday and feel his eyes well up. His wife would look at him, concerned.
“It’s okay,” he’d say. Then she would hold his hand.
But he wasn’t okay. How could he be?
How can you be okay when a player kills—kills—another player? When the town you’ve lived in for 25 years—Waco, Texas—is a media circus, the center of one of the most catastrophic scandals in college basketball history? When the school you love—your employer for the last eight years—is like an exploding building, collapsing in slow motion for the entire nation to see… Continue reading
There’s a stairwell that leads to a lonely apartment on Hinesley Avenue, down the street from Hinkle Fieldhouse.
Rotnei Clarke, one of the nation’s top college basketball players, used to crawl up the stairs to the second floor, casts on his feet, questions on his mind, doubts flying like arrows over the walls of his soul… Continue reading
When you grow up a Zeller, you have some big shoes to fill. And it’s not just because Luke and Tyler wear size 18 and 19 shoes, respectively.
The eldest brother, Luke, led Washington High School to an Indiana Class 3A championship, swooshing a miracle heave from mid-court his senior season in 2005. The middle brother, Tyler, the 17th pick in the 2012 NBA Draft, led the Hatchets to another title in 2008 and set an Indiana scoring record during his senior campaign. And to top it off, both received the illustrious Indiana Mr. Basketball award and were named McDonald’s All-Americans their senior seasons… Continue reading
Aaron Baddeley was wearing sweatpants, a t-shirt and a backwards hat, far from his typical on-the-course attire—an Adams cap and his trendy Ogio clothing.
His relaxed, boyish wardrobe (Richelle, his wife of seven years, playfully jokes that he still wears American Eagle sweatpants with a number on them, which he does) isn’t rare for the handsome 31-year-old American-Australian professional golfer… Continue reading
A glimpse into the mind of the 2012 U.S. Open champion, Webb Simpson…
Webb Simpson had fallen into a trap, a spiritual and psychological snare.
As he stood on the putting green before the final round of the 2011 Wyndham Championship in Greensboro, NC—with a two-stroke lead, still winless on the PGA Tour with an opportunity to earn his first victory close to his hometown of Raleigh—he still had one foot stuck in the snare… Continue reading
It happened to Luke Zeller three times—the recurrence of a dream.
“What do you want to do when you grow up?” a television reporter asked Luke when he was 14 years old.
“I want to start a basketball camp,” he said… Continue reading
Bubba Watson’s phone rang. His dad was calling. “If this is truth, if God is truth—you better start practicing,” Gerry said once Bubba picked up the phone. “Why do I need to practice?” said a confounded Bubba, who was having his best PGA Tour season yet.
“You better practice because by the time you get to heaven, I’m going to be so good at golf…” Continue reading