Go Warm Up My Seat
Last year I guaranteed I would win. I did not. This year...I GUARANTEE I'M GONNA WIN!
Last time I finished in 204th place. Unacceptable. Unacceptable. Failure is not an option. Well, of course it is an option, the most likely option. But I'm not going to think about that. Instead I'll focus on what I'll say to ESPN during the little bio piece they shoot for the most compelling players. That's confidence, people.
A few housekeeping notes. I'm able to walk again, thank the Buddha. While you won't see me square dancing anytime soon, I can now put my left foot in front of the other and propel myself forward at a decent clip. I might even risk walking back to my car today and enjoy the fresh air. I'm a walker, and I've missed it.
By the way, I was a square-dancing fool back in the fourth grade. Seriously, I was a diva. If square dancing was an Olympic event Bettie Sue (her real name) and I would've been medal contenders in Seoul. We would've been the Torvill and Dean of the do-si-do. It wasn't meant to be.
And I'm not changing my URL. After seeing spammers snatch up Bobby Bracelet's and Daddy's addresses when they went dark, forget it. Unless I can wrap my URL in C4 and blow it to Kingdom Come in a final act of desperation, forget it. If I feel the need I'll just start another blog. And I don't feel the need. So, again, forget it.