My manic depression was ravaging my life, but because nobody could see it, many people thought it was a figment of my imagination.
I have one brother, John, an airline pilot, who is seven years younger. He's adopted, though we're still blood related - he's my cousin. My parents couldn't have any more children after me, so when Dad's brother died, they adopted John, then just a baby.
I've said this over the years publicly - this is not a lucrative business. My goal every year is to break even with the White Sox.
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