There’s something to be said for the man who comes into the game, one hand tied behind his back, and is still dangerous. He’s still fighting for his life. The type of man who hasn’t really had anything guaranteed to him and has had to scratch and claw to get everything he wants. He’s the type of man who has been let down time and time again. Who has dreamed, attempted, tried and failed over and over again. But the dreams live on in living color. Crying is pretty familiar. Self sabotage a close cousin. Pain is a brother and doubt is a sister. But faith is the father. And that’s why I continue on. That’s what really makes everything continue to pull itself…