Tell me what prison was like for you.

Well, I had ups, had downs, and we'll say all around.

It was just every...

You remember Jerry Tillinghast, the notorious patriarchy crime family enforcer,

convicted of killing a wise guy friend in 1979 and sent to prison for life.

In 1987, Jerry was let out on a furlough to see his 13-year-old son,

play a game of football.

Jerry had heard his son was a good athlete, but he didn't know the half of it.

I'm watching them play, and he's passing. He's the quarterback.

Then he was playing defense.

And all of a sudden he's got the ball and he's making a run through a big crowd of guys.

I see him bounce out again and he ran from about a 70-year-old touchdown.

I'm saying, what the fuck, man? Is this the only kid on the team he never comes off to feel?

I was proud of him.

I was just dominating the game and...

This is Jared, Jerry's son.

It was like the first time I ever had a parent in the stands, the first time I ever had anybody that

maddened to me, watched me actually play football or disflade my talent.

And that talent was starting to piss off the opposing coach.

One of the coaches said, uh, break 27's legs.

And of course my number was number 27.

I look across the whole field, I see my dad.

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