Blind Dog in a Meat House

(Originally posted to www.opennasa.com)
“FITZPATRICK!!!” He’d call, running up and grabbing my facemask with a giant fist of hard, burly knuckles, “you’re running around like a blind dog in a meat house, son!”
Eloquent words recalled from my days prowling the defensive backfield as a free safety on the high school football practice fields. My coach would [...]