Its dead.
Oh sure there are a few gasps left, but its dead. It peaked just over a year ago. The halcyon days are long gone. The pace is not sustainable. 20 tournaments a week. The streams have dried up and the fish migrated back to the ocean.
Its not as easy. Its not as fun. Its not as profitable.
Forever are the friendships.
But god rest her soul.
RIP WPBT.
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2 comments:
Hear that? That's the sound of me spilling malt liquor from my 40.
I blame Iggy.
http://ftrain.blogspot.com/2006/12/winter-classic-3-last-ride-of-rodeo.html
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