Last night I returned to my high school for the first time since I graduated - I didn’t even return to pick up my diploma following graduation. But last night was a special occasion, my childhood friend took on the title of head coach of the football team this past summer - coach Martin Bacon. We grew up always facing one another in baseball, in the front yard during the summers and during Little League all-stars on up through high school - he went to Etiwanda and I went to Montclair. Bacon went on to play college football at Northridge, and he’s always been a great athlete and understood the culture of sports and dedication. So it’s great to see him at my alma mater and changing the culture there. He’s off to a 2-0 start and something tells me I’ll have a few more visits to my alma mater. Hell, maybe I’ll pick up my diploma. Go Cavs.