Today it strikes me as creepy that he showered with our team in our small locker room after practice.
He wants to have his way, and it’s always the other guy who is wrong.” I was off to a rough start many miles from home.
I still play competitive squash, and he was instrumental in my early development as a player.
I looked forward to a fresh start, hopeful that a change in geography was all I needed to finally step into the potential that many saw but that had so far proved elusive.
I felt like a huge failure, though, and embarked instead on a dizzying 14-month bender.
I was slugging down drinks by myself in a Dallas nightclub just hours after leaving Deerfield for the last time, and the ensuing months were a blur of intoxication, degradation, and humiliating episodes.