By appreciating all of these hometown warriors, we come together yet again with a common cause. This too is nothing new to the Man from Macon. Doctors, lawyers, delivery drivers, career military men, black, white, rich and poor all put aside the inevitable societal difficulties and for a few precious moments on the last Monday in May we are all the same. That’s the ultimate beauty and reward of athletics. When we don the uniform, we are all the same. When we strive and sweat and bleed together for a common cause, we become more than just teammates for a short year. We become bonded and have a deep-rooted respect and admiration for each other due to the ultimate objective.