Iwas only nine years old when I first encountered the man. We called him Coach. It was awkward for me because I bagged groceries at my uncle’s grocery store where he and his family shopped.I was playing catcher for the Mack’s Meat Heads Pee Wee baseball team in my hometown of Lexington, SC sponsored by Mack’s Cash and Carry Grocery.Like coaches everywhere, Coach J. W. Ingram moonlighted during the summer, teaching Driver Ed or taking the occasional no-pay umpire duty. I surmised he was scouting for the future athletes he would one day coach himself.My uncles (Arthur and Eli Mack) ...