Mankind in “Unfinished Business”

I was eight years old, at Minnesauke Elementary School, playing a game of "kill the guy with the ball," which may even be an Olympic sport these days. And in chasing one of the other students, I made a leap for his legs, and the back of his foot kicked me in the lip. And I didn't know what happened. I knew it hurt, Jimmy, I knew it hurt bad. But all of a sudden, people started looking at me in a different way, like there was something wrong with me. I looked down at my Chicago Bears, back in the days when they were two and twelve in the waning days of Dick Butkus, and my Chicago Bears white sweatshirt, it suddenly turned red. And children were running from me, scared. I was bleeding, I was in pain... and I was loving it, because I felt like I'd finally found something in my life that I could better than everybody else, handle pain.