In lieu of an abstract, below is the essay's first paragraph.
"I bounded into the locker room full of excitement. It was game day, and as usual, I was longing to play. There is nothing that I would rather be doing, I thought, as I headed to my locker to change. I wanted to go on and make millions of dollars, and tonight's game was my ticket because in the bleachers of our rinky-dink little high school gym there was a college scout that came all the way from Kentucky to watch me play. I wasn't worried though, because I knew I would play well. I always did."
"Out Of Bounds,"
The Angle: Vol. 1993
, Article 6.
Available at: http://fisherpub.sjfc.edu/angle/vol1993/iss1/6