Long live the KING!

The KING is dead. Long live the King.

So Bruce busted out of the WSP, and is left to reflect upon the moves that cost him his shot. I'd like to be that compassionate friend who offers a kind word of reassurance. I'd like to be that guy who knows just what to say, and how to remind Bruce that he's young and he'll have more opportunities shortly. I'd like to fly around like Superman. There's lots of shit I'd like to do, but very little that I manage to get off my increasingly fat ass to actually accomplish. This really should be the time I do it.

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Well, it was worth a shot. That was as close to motivated as I get outside of trying to score with Charlize Theron. The turth is, I'm pretty certain that there's nothing I could say to Bruce right now that he doesn't already know. Hasn't already heard. From people he's known longer, and who are far wiser than I.

On the up side? There's always Toronto Bruce, there's always Toronto!

A little inside shot there. You'd have to understand the dynamic of a pretty damn fine friendship to truly appreciate what that means. Its a friendship that's taken me most of its existence just to fully appreciate, so I'm not looking to open anyone's eyes with profound words of revelation just now. Suffice it to say that I know good people, and Bruce Lerch is good people. Plus he got me front row at Fenway, on his dime, without a second thought. It buys him mad street cred in Toronto.

In fact, I've officially changed my position from "Gary would have sorted that out for me" to, "Bruce would have one-upped Gary, after he sorted that shit out for me!" Be afraid. That's a lot to measure up to.