The glory days. I love to reminisce about them. An anecdote for my little son, Jim, now and then is the best part of being a retired athlete. Sure, retiring young was tough, I miss it, but my life is pretty good. After high school, I went to University of Kentucky to play basketball. We ranked number four in the nation, and lost in the semi-finals for the Championship. That's when I received my second concussion. My first was in high school, putting into action a plan my best friend at the time, TJ Detweiler concocted.

After college, I went on to play for the Boston Celtics. I played for three years without injury, all great seasons. I should have followed the old saying "Three times the charm" because my fourth season was not in the least charming. Three of our starting players got hurt and were unable to play in our fourth game. The match was between the Miami Heat and the Celtics. It was a tough game. The three that replaced our starters were good, but didn't have the same finesse as our regular players. We lost 78 – 56. Not only did my team receive a loss, I also received my third injury. My wife, Lucia, still blames the concussion for the spur of the moment decision I made after that loss. She was my girlfriend at the time, and she came to watch me play. I called for her to come onto the court. Her golden brown eyes were full of confusion when she arrived next to me. I did the unthinkable- and in fact, I can't remember it because the concussion- I proposed. The video cameras were turned back on immediately when I got down on one knee. What was my sweet girlfriend going to do on Live Television? Say no? Well, that's exactly what Lucia did. She rejected me in front of thousands of people. Embarrassing, I know.

Once I recovered fully from my third concussion, I finished out the season and decided to retire from the Celtics. After two months of terminating my contract with the Celtics, I truly proposed to Lucia, and this time she said yes. We enjoyed two years of marriage, just us, and then we agreed to try for a baby. We were successful and we had James Theodore LaSalle nine months later. He's three years old now and already showing signs of athleticism. Jim will have a little sister, hopefully, very soon. We are planning to adopt a baby girl, and name her Cambridge Spinelli LaSalle. The future is shining brightly for my little family. Who said you had to be a sports super star to have an adventure? I think my life is pretty exciting.