By Tim Graham
Special to ESPN.com

Thursday, June 7, 2001

Like a tank, the light green fire truck slowly, purposefully churned its way down the streets of Windham, Ohio, one lazy afternoon every summer. But the low droning of the engine wasn't the machine's harbinger. It was a repetitive, muffled announcement, barely audible at first over the public address system, that got louder as the truck got closer. Some years the message was unintelligible, but that didn't mean us kids didn't know what it said. I can hear the mantra in my head right now, plai ...

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