I could blame life, which tossed me one too many breaking balls in the ninth to drive my runner home; a job that robbed me of energy and inspiration as days became weeks; a family that simply walked away, no kiss my ass, auf weidersehn or goodnight.
Truth is, I got lazy. Angry. Pathetic.
I became a sad sack. A Glory Day-ser. An asshole.
I rode my meager success to mediocre, proud and pompous.
But I've always wanted more. I embark on that journey, once again. Thank you, Richard, and the many who came before you.
So what's with the title of this endeavor? Boots: I have a pair for every day of the week. I are a Redneck, just a bit overeducated fo…