As a dad and a huge football fan, I find myself continually disturbed by the ongoing developments in the Ray Rice story. While I commend the Ravens this week for releasing Rice, I only wish they would have done so five months ago when the story first broke. I think we can all agree that there is no place in sports or our society for such behavior.
The summer I turned 16 I got a job working as a mother's helper in a sleep-away camp upstate New York. I somehow convinced the parents to get the camp to hire my boyfriend as a counselor. I was very much in love at 16 and spent all my time with him. He was a bit possessive but I told myself, 'That's cause he loves me so much.' He was captain of the football team, I was a cheerleader, it was perfect.