By Lyle Fitzsimmons - I hate writing end-of-the-year columns.
Not because of the concept, mind you. After all, it makes perfect sense to wrap the calendar’s events in a neat little bow come Christmas time, giving everyone a run-through of things they’ll most want to remember and forget, with an extra nugget or two they might’ve missed along the way.
Rather, my reticence comes from the fact I never have anything to celebrate when it comes to the annual recapping. While so many of my oh-so-learned contemporaries lord how they saw this coming or knew this all along, I’m left only to say, “Jeez… what the @#%$@ planet was I on?!?!?”
What bugs me just as much, of course, is that an awful lot of them were in the very same dark right alongside me, but they’re a little louder while proclaiming credibility or taking shots with cute blog missives or funny message-board hits and runs. [Click Here To Read More]
Not because of the concept, mind you. After all, it makes perfect sense to wrap the calendar’s events in a neat little bow come Christmas time, giving everyone a run-through of things they’ll most want to remember and forget, with an extra nugget or two they might’ve missed along the way.
Rather, my reticence comes from the fact I never have anything to celebrate when it comes to the annual recapping. While so many of my oh-so-learned contemporaries lord how they saw this coming or knew this all along, I’m left only to say, “Jeez… what the @#%$@ planet was I on?!?!?”
What bugs me just as much, of course, is that an awful lot of them were in the very same dark right alongside me, but they’re a little louder while proclaiming credibility or taking shots with cute blog missives or funny message-board hits and runs. [Click Here To Read More]
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