Somewhere, buried deep beneath stacks of comic books and other remnants of my childhood, is a trophy. It’s old and wooden but in good shape. On the top stands a small figure made of brass. He’s playing soccer. There are dark brown stripes along the si
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The Trophy: An Essay About My Dad …
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Somewhere, buried deep beneath stacks of comic books and other remnants of my childhood, is a trophy. It’s old and wooden but in good shape. On the top stands a small figure made of brass. He’s playing soccer. There are dark brown stripes along the si