“So this year I took a page from the playbook of my past…”
What could I possibly say that hasn’t been said before? Except this…
Traditions. They are passed from generation to generation.
…Each year was just a little different
Winner by a nose.
Then all too soon and all to fast I knew it’d never last.
Don’t look back, but forward with anticipation and hope.
There’s a storm brewing
Here, give me your hand. There’s nothing to be afraid of.