39 years later
I didn’t think I’d make it to this point. Or said another way, I really didn’t think about what my life would be after 32. The year 2001 represented the future to me, so 32 was always my imagined end point. And here I stand and remain….
One more year until the blowout.
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On another note, I knew that Michael Wilbon would write what some of us were thinking. Thank goodness for the Red Wings or I wouldn’t have been able to properly enjoy what SHOULD be the best series since Detroit v San Antonio.
