A farewell to bats

Are you sad at all? That’s the first question my friend asked me when we met at the bar after our games on Monday night. No. Not even a little bit. And that must mean I’ve made the right decision. If you’ve been following along, I’ve decided to hang up my cleats. Actually, I will… Continue reading A farewell to bats

Moving on … my Olympic dream, part II

Every once in a while, I’ll Google my own name. Until I blasted my name all over social media networks, my results were populated by bylines from the Calgary Sun. But as my former newspaper started to archive stories off the web, my results list started to dwindle, my bylines were disappearing. I started to… Continue reading Moving on … my Olympic dream, part II