Tell lies and relive the good ole days with former teammate Mark Higgs or join the cameras and storm the podium? That was my conundrum at Monday’s Governor’s Cup luncheon and press conference. In a room that was divided between those with a recording device and large humans with giant rings on their finger, I was smack dab in the middle of an identity crisis. With a body of work that entails all of seven published posts, I was again a rookie. I hate being a rookie.
Press conference purgatory was uncomfortable. Was I going to eat my third hamburger or ask a hard hitting question that ignite keyboards?