The year is 2001, A.D. After Deer. It’s early June, and the Milwaukee Bucks just took the Eastern Conference’s number one seed, the Philadelphia 76ers, to seven games, in the Eastern Conference Finals…

The year is 2001, A.D. After Deer. It’s early June, and the Milwaukee Bucks just took the Eastern Conference’s number one seed, the Philadelphia 76ers, to seven games, in the Eastern Conference Finals…
As the saying goes, “So you live, to die another day…” And it’s true. Oh, it’s damn true.
“June 2 – June 9, 2018. The week I went for it. The week I went to Las Vegas to play in the annual World Series of Poker.”
To the often asked, “Do you even lift bro?” Nope. Never. What’s a dumbbell?
“This is not hard. Don’t you dare tell us this is hard. Fighting cancer is hard. Birthing a baby is hard. Losing a parent is hard. Drinking your coffee black. Is. Not. Hard.”
“I believe in God. I mean, I guess I do. Someone has to create all of this, right? Well, life is pretty amazing, if you think about it. He’s real…”
“New year, new me.” We hear it every year. From everybody. Facebook. Friends. Family. TV. Everyone sells this dream of magically turning their life, or yours, around at the drop of a New Year’s ball…
I love my mom. There. I said it. Out loud. I will always say it and I will always mean it…
I missed my exit. Completely drove right past it. Oops. Ok, just a quick turn around and I’ll be there. Nope. Another 15 minutes goes by and all I can do is smile, because I finally arrived. I had just reached the place that would hold my dreams inside.