Having blood on the field has never been easy for me. I'm talking about having family involved in major sporting events. It started with my brother Scott, who broke in to the big leagues around the time I was beginning my career as a sportswriter. Then came my brother Bob, who became a pro soccer coach, eventually the coach of the U.S. national team, as I was having my best years professionally, as a writer for ESPN The Magazine. Then came Bob's son, my nephew Michael, who became a player for the U.S. A key player. It's been overly emotional. I've mostly watched from afar. But last Sunday, I took my wife and son to see Michael play for the U.S. against Turkey. I saw him create a goal with a deft assist. I heard the crowd, many wearing his jersey, chanting his name. And the emotions were amazing.