I'm going to Game 5

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Mental alarm bells went off last week when an eagle-eyed buddy texted me a simple question. He wanted to know my age.



He’s Dave, a very careful and enthusiastic reader. He’s the guy who ceases reading the blog cold turkey for about two months every summer so he’ll have an ample backlog to read in his tree stand every fall while he’s waiting to shoot things like cold turkey.