I know being a linesman is a thankless job, especially with guys like me around.
There's too much money and too many nice guys around.
I had a similar year back in 1984 when I felt like I couldn't lose.
As they say in sports, the older you get, the better you used to be.
I havent seen a professional player come out of New York in over 20 years since my brother Patrick came out. Blake spent a few years in Harlem, but he moved to Connecticut when he was a kid.
There's something deeply satisfying when it succeeds, but I'm not going to do another book just to put my name on something and make some money if it's not something I deeply care about.