As a young boy who grew up wanting nothing more than to be a famous sportswriter, I read everything I could get my hands on that had to do about sports: Books, magazines, newspapers, newsletters. If it had to do with sports, I read it.
I always awakened a half-hour early when I was in school. I’d get up, run to the driveway and grab the Pittsburgh Post-Gazette, the morning newspaper, and read the sports section before heading off to school. In the afternoon, I’d get the Pittsburgh Press, the city’s afternoon paper, and do the same before heading out to do whatever a kid does in the best days of his life.