Hi my name is JB and I have a confession. Although in my illustrious life I’ve been smitten a time or two, I have only known true love once. I know, you’d think with all this pure male machismo I’d have a line around several blocks. But here’s the truth: It was a spring night in 1989 in Bradenton, FL and our senior year of high school was quickly coming to a close. Over these last few weeks of school we had become closer and eventually went on an actual date. Sort of. The location was John Kiker Memorial Field, where I had been asked by my old coach to help out for the annual spring football game on this particular Friday night. Although my parents already knew this young lady, this is the first time I had the privilege to introduce her as my companion. Having survived Slim’s straight from work Natural Light and swamp ass smell and every other word being fuck from his pie hole and my moms seemingly caring yet passive aggressive banter, I knew this young lady was a keeper. I guess ...