Football

I grew up in a Michigan family. My father, Rob Lytle, starred at running back for the Wolverines from 1973–1976, and I spent my childhood staring at posters of famous Michigan players on my walls and living and dying with the team…

What if, I wondered, football mattered less to America? What if we didn’t care so much about this barbaric dance performed by athletic…

I recently started writing for a friend’s site, Rebel Storytellers. The stories are meant to spark hope and action for their readers. My first post, “A Final Conversation on Football and Life” details a heartfelt conversation I had with my father one year…

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As a brash nine-year old, I attended an end-of-the-season soccer banquet with my teammates, their parents, the coaches, and mounds of cake, ice cream, hamburgers…

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As a brash nine-year old, I attended an end-of-the-season soccer banquet with my teammates, their parents, the coaches, and mounds of cake, ice cream, hamburgers…

“Every day you either get better or you get worse. You never stay the same.”

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“Every day you either get better or you get worse. You never stay the same.”

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