I had to be 12 or 13 at the time, 1973-74 time frame. Fresh new Gringo having no place on the soccer field in Costa Rica. I was always a good athlete; baseball, basketball, football. I came from a place, north of Pittsburgh, Pa. where hard work and sports were pretty much the blue collar mentality and what kept everyone sane in our world. As you got older it normally became, hard work, drinking and sports. Being raised by my mom along with four brothers and sisters, since our dad past away, my… Continue