When dad told you, “son, no matter what the other guy throws at you, hold your head high and never give up,” he wasn’t taking into consideration that the “other guy” might be the guy wrapping your carne asada burrito at Chipotle.
Regardless, at what point did you not ask yourself, “would I rather be known as the guy who dropped out of the race to make a head call, or would I rather be known as the guy who dropped a deuce in his pants mid-race because he didn’t want to be the former?”
