January 23, 2001 — The sharp steel sank inside the soft stump and my soul screamed. The mountain man inside of me awoke. I began to second-guess all the other Sundays of my life — the ones not spent hurling axes and knives at pieces of wood. All those hours …
Read moreNovember 7, 2000 — From the moment I walked into Sweetwater Billiards in Duluth, Jonathan Forrester was all business. He was sizing me up. He was trying to figure out what, if anything, I knew about darts. I knew a little. Back in college, I threw my share. Not many …
Read moreOctober 17, 2000 — Horseshoes and hand grenades. Marcellous Love knows about both. The 55-year-old Gainesville man grew up poor in the hills of North Carolina, one of eight children on a small family farm. They lived off the land, and passed down shirts and shoes from child to child. …
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