My dad is a Fordham grad. Apparently, it's the Harvard of the Bronx.
I was born after dad finished graduated and we moved away from the area, so my thoughts of Fordham are of the Seven Blocks of Granite, which I learned about when reading an incredible football history book I read in junior high. The pictures and stories inspired me. I began my career in organized football to demonstrate my zeal. The coach did not concur. Ballerinas were referenced, I returned to backyard ball.
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Nice post. I had to laugh. I think I read that book, too, but I never made it to the football field.
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