I have proved myself ungifted in every athletic endeavor, and yet there's a part of me that watches pro sports and thinks, "I could have caught that." It was during one of those moments that I asked the people at the NHL to suit me up in goalie pads and let a player take slap shots on me. The strangest part was not that they said yes but that they required me to sign absolutely no legal waivers. This is a tough sport.
For advice and, I hoped, a convincing argument to back out of this arrangement, I called George Plimpton,...
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