I see that he has finally exited the stage, after tormenting the nation for twenty-two years, or fourty-four percent of my life. He’s gone. It’s over, at long, long last.
I look forward to eventually learning the real secret of his strange longevity, but that’s about all I plan to think about with regard to this guy.
Oh, and the Greatest Of All Time is still Mr. Montana.
That’s all I have to say about that.