There was a time when as kids when we would meet outside for pickup basketball or football games. Sometimes games would run long and have to be continued the next day after school. During those epic battles for neighborhood superiority, we all envisioned being our heroes from the professional or college ranks. And typically those players would fall into one of several categories: They came from the team your family passed on to you or they played for the local city/university.
For me, being 10 or 11 years old on “the field” out behind our house in the Youngstown suburb of Struthers, I wanted to be Bernie Kosar. Not only did he play for my local-inherited team the Cleveland Browns but he was specifically local in that he went to high school at Boardman, the next town over. I still remember driving with my parents down Mathews Road by Zedakers Horse Farm and seeing the newly installed sign that read “Welcome to Boardman: A nice place to call home, Hometown of Bernie Kosar”. The legend grew. Read More