I have a great story. My Grandfather (when he was alive) used to take me to a luncheonette when I was 5. In the back of the store, they played cards and they called it "the joint". Every Sunday my grandfather would give me football tickets to pick out the winners. Once that happened and I was hooked. (little did I know that it's probably the worst thing that's ever happened to me). My father was a drug addict (died at 40 but good guy). His money went to drugs. My dad would keep a notebook (a very brilliant man) where we would make predictions each week on the football games. It was a bonding thing but these are things that formed who I am. BTW.. my father was signed to a baseball minor league contract but the drugs were more important. I was a superstar pitcher but when my dad would pitch to me, it was magical. He had a spin on the ball that was unhittable. I've never seen such rotation on a pitch. It kills me to this day. He could have been an easy major leaguer but the 60's hippie life had him hooked with his heroin. Still kills me to this day. I hate it when people have that would've could've complex. It rips me apart