Jake: Personal Reflection

In an age of steroid-induced drama among the professional athletes we hold so close to our throbbing hearts, it is quite refreshing to be apart of the new beginning - in essence, the dawn of a sport boasting the integrity of yesteryear. Where children once idolized the likes of Mickey Mantle and Johnny Unitas, we now beckon for the stardom that was suddenly bequeathed upon me one Saturday evening in the drawls of a newspaper powerhouse.

Death Chair champion of the world. (Only until Eli beat me...).

The success of Eil Francovich on the Death Chair championship circuit is rivaled only by that of Tiger Woods.

Indeed, I have made the game-winning diving catch in Little League and even thrown a game-deciding touchdown in flag football. But to win a single Death Jam time trial - a seemingly trivial endeavor to laymen watching from the sidelines - is the type of victory that tears are created from.

The world is my wheelchair.