I’m intending to get a running start to 2019.
Instead of backing into the new year or greeting it with a grumble and a hiss, I’m ready to take it on…
Man up to its challenges like a grizzled old cowboy sidling up to a whiskey-stained bar in a Kansas cow-town. Ignoring the sour looks of the saloon’s more recognizable patrons, I’m going to order my darn Cherry Vodka & Coke and not wince at the deep-throated chuckles I get as I sip.
Or, in other words, the sports world better be ready. Chloe Stowe is here and ready to stake her claim at its bar.
Until Monday (travel day tomorrow)…
Chloe the Braggard
The Words & Madness of Chloe Stowe 