The Desk.

So we just got done with parents weekend here at the Dub. I managed to get myself two, count 'em two, free dinners out of the deal, which is always nice. The first from adopting Sly's family when they came down, and the second as a thank you dinner from some of the ladies I helped out the night before. Sly and I are agreed that such action is not necessary, as we were just doing our civic duty, but we appreciate the gesture. We also find it ironic that the two parties Sly has been to were while his parens were here. So in light of recent events, I've decided to switch my angle a little bit, and work with things I'm better at, rather than trying to compete with somebody else. If we're both playing the same game, neither of us can win, but if I'm working a completely different approach, things will get a little more interesting. It's not about winning anyway. To steal a quote from that Bagger Vance movie, "This is a game that can't be won, only played." So let's such see what we can do, let's see where I can go with something else. Because you can tell a man's grip on life by the grip has on his club. I can't make any guarantees except one: you'll never meet anybody quite like me.

I had nearly forgotten one of the cardinal rules of the game, but I'll see that that doesn't happen again. But I could still lose everything because of it.