2015 Player Review: Andres Blanco

I remember my 20th birthday very clearly. My family was living in the Ocala National Forrest at the time in a small town called Fort McCoy and I was on winter break, getting ready to fly back to New York. I remember how adult I felt remembering to return the library book I took out from the Ocala Library before I boarded my flight. School was going well and I was finally starting to do all of the little things in life right like respond to emails within hours instead of weeks, remembering to switch the laundry by using the little clock on my flip phone to remind me of the time, and ironing my shirts ahead of time for work instead of playing Russain Roulette with my closet.