By Stacey Pressman
Special to Page 2

Friday, November 21, 2003

When I was a kid, my dad owned a maroon '75 Corvette with a T-top, tan leather bucket seats and a V8 engine. On weekends, he'd take me for drives out in the Connecticut country and introduce me to Corvette culture. Every time we'd pass another 'Vette, the drivers would give each other a wave -- not a full-out, prom-queen palm, just a quick lift of the hand along with a slight head tilt. It was endearing. My dad was part of a club. Nowadays, ESPN personality Chris Berman and I are a little like ...

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