I never would have thought that I'd be retiring before Francis Bouillon, but there it is. A year ago today, I was informed by the clearly brilliant and possibly psychic Joe Gashmoe, aka email@example.com, that I wouldn't be doing this in 12 months.
As of today, 12 months have passed, and I am indeed enveloped by hatred. The walls have closed in, and the sycophants I have surrounded myself with, like the craven Marc Dumont, can not save me.
So that's it from me, folks. I'm done with hockey writing for good. I'm not exactly sure what I'm going to do yet, but I've accepted a temporary position as the beet tester on Sprague Ribinsoin's beet farm, 20 kilometers outside Glöorpf in Switzerland.
So after four years at EOTP, just under two as managing editor, and 2177 articles, I bid you adieu.