Ben Morgan-My Time with Bob
It was a warm spring Saturday afternoon on campus and I was sitting in my apartment resting up from yesterday’s meet. At that particular time in my youth, I was a sophomore sprinter and long jumper on the college track team and had become a, what do you call it, “big man on campus”. Okay, so it was a small school, in a small town, in a small state, track wise, but, let me say, they appreciated my speed and jumping abilities. I was a skinny little shit back then, but I had the “hops for a white boy”. I lived off campus in a three bedroom apartment with two other guys, both sophomores. There was Paul, my roommate from last year when we lived in a dorm and Mike, a friend of Paul’s, who …