I spent almost 40 years on the typewriter end of the newspaper business, tramping through press boxes, interviewing coaches and players, trying to put words in a straight line that made sense the next morning. But whether it was a high school

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Funny how you figure out some of the most basic things about yourself as you get older. My epiphany for 2013 is that I am probably dyslexic with a touch of attention deficit disorder. Even worse, I had to ask my wife how to spell it. Bonnie is

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