I never mention my birthday, for a variety of reasons. (This year, I have 57 of them.)
But, as they made abundantly clear on Wednesday’s PFT Live, it is indeed the anniversary of the date that I emerged into the air and the light at a small hospital in Bellaire, Ohio. 1965.
I mention it now for one reason only. I’m still trying to sell books. So buy me a gift by buying yourself a gift. Order Playmakers today.
You can keep it. You can give it to one of the fathers in your life as a Father’s Day gift. You can rip out all the pages and sew them into a really uncomfortable blanket. Whatever you want. Just buy it. It’s still only $18.76.
I’ll now get back to hopefully making it through another 365 days so that I’ll have 58 reasons to not mention by birthday in 2023.
And by next year, I promise I won’t be trying to get you to buy Playmakers. No, by next year there will be a new book that I’ll pushing you to buy.