I am not now, nor have I ever been, jealous of professional athletes. Despite the massive amounts of money earned by today's modern pro athlete, I've never wasted a moment regretting the fact that my athletic career ended as a mediocre Division I offensive lineman. Even when I was broke and living in a one-room, roach-infested efficiency in a small southern Indiana town, I never once felt a minute of envy as my old high school teammate, Jeff George, was selected No. 1 in the 1990 NFL draft and received a seven-figure signing bonus. It must be tiring carrying the...