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Hartford College hired me to coach college baseball, another job I loved. I took the worst college baseball team in America and built it into a powerhouse. But before I could realize the fruits of my labor, my anger got the best of me. I threatened to blow up an opposing coach’s car, and a snooping, sniveling reporter put my comments in the papers. I was fired from that job too.

I got divorced, and my drug habit only got worse. I smoked marijuana incessantly, and I snorted cocaine with my buddies.

I moved from Connecticut to Florida to take another job in radio, leaving behind my ex-wife, mother-in-law, and two daughters. For ten years my ex-wife wouldn’t speak to me or let me see my daughters. By then my drug habit had become so bad that I knew either I had to do something about it or I’d die. I entered a drug rehab program, began recovery, and got my life back, though I was still unable to control my rages.

One time at a recovery meeting one of the other attendees called me a liar. I went for his throat. The guy’s lucky I didn’t kill him. Another time in a Publix supermarket I asked for fresh, homemade peanut butter. They didn’t have any. Four days in a row I went back, and finally I blew my stack. The cops came, and Publix management barred me from the building.