Colin Macduff came from Tumwater, but never let that stop him.
Who knew?
From the outside, my tennis teams at Tumwater High School looked like 30+ idiots who took great delight in hitting each other in the groin as often as possible.
When we weren’t starting riots in Aberdeen, pilfering school entrance rugs from Clover Valley Academy or being mercilessly run up and down staircases (“One more, gentlemen! And by that, I mean 27 more…”) by legendary coach Lionel Barona, we lived to hit each other with a well-timed shot.
The sight of a young man rocking in the fetal position, wailing like a castrato singer, was like nirvana to us as we giggled in the return line, and this was before Kurt Cobain and Co. escaped from the blighted hellscape of Aberdeen.
Little did we know at the time that we had a genius among us.
Colin Macduff, who played with us for two seasons, is just that.
Don’t believe me?
Go check out this piece by KOMO-4, which talks about how Colin has used his love of bicycling and tinkering to craft a brand-new style of prosthetic.
Less than three years after he lost part of his own finger in an accident, he has crafted hope for fellow amputees, and done it in a truly remarkable way.
Apparently genius can bloom in the midst of stupidity.
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