Five Years Later

Belting my robe, I walk to the bedroom window and look down at the circular driveway, grimacing when a man holding a leather briefcase climbs out of an SUV.

I am not happy about this.

I hate interviews and I don’t like people in my house around my wife and kids. I give enough energy out on the field, there is no reason journalists have to come snooping in my business when I’m off the clock. Unfortunately, Stella and I are constantly hounded by news people who want an ...