When I was a young boy, every Christmas I would receive gifts from my aunts, uncles, cousins, and godparents. The best ones were from our grandma (straight cash, homie). After every Christmas, my mom would grab me by the ear (true story) and drag me over to our dining room table. While there, I would try my hardest to write in legible words "Thank You" to each and every person who spent the money to pay for my new Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle toy or LEGO set. It would take all of five minutes, but I dreaded it every time.
Mo Money, Mo Problems: Why College Athletes Shouldn't Get Paid
