"In some ways, it was the life chosen for him.
“It goes back as long as I can remember, seems like,” he says.
Even now, oscar Weber gets letters from strangers. They are men and women from Milwaukee, Weber’s hometown, and they tend to write in when he really gets going at a referee. His arms come out of that fold, he slides toward the official, and soon enough his cheeks go red. That raspy voice is picked up on TV."
it's unfortunate for us that this bond is so strong
i mean the more you read it just seems like this thing may just be destiny