I like to say, once we were warriors... we dreamed, we tried, we definitely reached that breaking point where you feel that you are in that kind of control. I would also like to continue with the classic sentence... the rest is all history, but in that case, it's easy to just admit the evidence. My first love put me a basketball in my hand, the second one allowed me to create and to tell my stories. Then I met the third one, why don't you start travelling? Quite simple right? Yes, no, but if I look back, this is pretty much how it went down. Call me a dreamer, call me a number guy, call me whatever you feel like but the bottom line is always the same: we don't quit, we keep pushing (with or without calories control) and we are ready for the next chapter. Then, time will tell if it is worth calling it love. 

And yes, Mamba mentality all day long.

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Former semi-pro basketball player and sports writer; current Finance/Accounting guru.