One is Luck, Two is Skill
Turns out writing these is not as fun, post-embarrassing first-round playoff exit. In a strange fucked up world I am going to spin zone into oblivion so I don't jump off the big bridge in Toledo: The "good news" is this isn't the first time it has happened to me. While the next few paragraphs will be more of a self-reflection on my season this year and the past season I want to encourage you to do the same yourself in your past season so you can hope to ironically be me. Back when I coached at Pacesetter, my boss at the time (not the sick fuck sexual predator who was my kind of boss that just got arrested by the DEA and taken out of his office in handcuffs as CFO of a major corporation down in Texas on lifetime charges of child sexual abuse/child pornography/having a relationship with a child from the ages of 10-16 whom I brought to Put-N-Bay with us for a weekend/played soccer weekly with us for a year or so) was a guy named Jimmy Walker. Here is a photo of the chil...