I know, I know, you were hoping I wouldn't update for like another 10 years so as to give you time to absorb the full flavor of my last post and maybe, I don't know, seek some therapy to help you deal with what you read, but sorry! I had to do it. I've made a potentially life altering decision. And no, it doesn't involve fewer clients, less money or starting my own Sports Management Firm. I've decided I would be a great astronaut.
As you might have guessed the Space Program finally took to answering my incessant mails( some might call it stalking, but really it was just playful badgering) and offered me the opportunity to be an astronaut. They said I would be gone for 11 years though. I was like, wow, 11 years, everything will have changed. And they said well it's either this or a stint as Mayor of New York. So I said ok, space sounds like fun.
And then I woke up. Someone was pounding on my door. And it wasn't the damn Space Program. Although it could have been if by Space Program I meant Crazy Serial Killer Neighbor Guy.
I have got to stop watching horror movies before bed.
