I was born in 1968, just eighteen months after my sister Chrisse and just one year after Dad passed the bar exam.

My dad was an editor and a writer, and that's actually what I aspired to be.

Baseball is the president tossing out the first ball of the season. And a scrubby schoolboy playing catch with his dad on a Mississippi farm.

I have great faith that Heaven's there and I'll see my brothers and my mom and dad when I get there.

When I was 7, my dad asked his friend to teach me. I played my first tournament competition when I was 8. I remember I shot around 125.