I've been called the f word more times than you could imagine.
Not the f word you're thinking of.
The word haunts me. I wear it like a Scarlet Letter. I hear it from everyone: my friends, my enemies, strangers that meet me on the streets.
My whole life, I have taken offense to the f word and denied it vehemently.
But no more.
I have come to grips with reality and I'm ready to stop living a lie.
My name is Michael J. And I am a Front-Runner.
Every time The Karate Kid comes on TV, I root for the Cobra Kai.
If I were a senior in high school right now, I would make my senior quote "ANYTHING IS POSSIBLE!!!!!"
My iPod is full of Kanye West and Justin Timberlake. I have no patience for indie junk.
I correctly predicted last year's NCAA Men's Basketball Final Four.
My computer wallpaper is Tom Brady wearing a Yankee hat.
I have begun to refer to Tim Tebow as "The Chosen One." Thanks, Dan Patrick.
I play Blackjack just to root on the house.
You might think the life of the Front-runner is an easy one.
And it is.