When do we know when it’s time to go?
If we’re lucky enough to call our own shot, when does the Little Voice become large and what do we do about it?
Confession: My worst career fear was that I’d become the stereotypical OG sports-hack, spending the 7th (and, good Lord, 8th) of my decades hangin’ out and hangin’ in, in press boxes, locker rooms and arenas, waiting to be told, “It’s time.’’ That would have meant a few things:
I’d allowed my work to define me.
I’d grown to care more about my paycheck than my performance.