Curious.......

I spent 6 years traveling the southeast trying to make it as a professional golfer. I lived in my car with my rottweiler unless I played well enough to split hotel rooms with friends playing the mini tours.

At some point my financial advisor friend caddied for me in a tournament and convinced me to join him as a stockbroker. I still remember one of my first days sitting in my first office staring at a phone, a blinking trading screen and finding a chat forum on the internet where Top Insurance Producers gathered to discussed the secrets of success. At first I didn't believe them because they were doing the opposite of everything I was taught in wirehouse sales school. When the brokerage house training failed me, I migrated my way into selling insurance because cold calling and door knocking was the only way I was finding success.

One day when I was completely broke and tired of the beat downs from my wife, I started going door to door cold walking businesses to get ink on paper and I've never looked back. The day I dropped my FINRA licenses was the day I began to understand freedom in an unfree world.

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Didn't Cool Papa Bell take you deep the batter before your arm blew out?

I can't believe you actually thought I was telling the truth about the Monarchs signing me as a pitcher.

I was actually a 3rd baseman. I ruined my knee when my spikes caught sliding into home on one of my frequent inside the park homers.

You are so gullible.

Rick
 
I can't believe you actually thought I was telling the truth about the Monarchs signing me as a pitcher.

I was actually a 3rd baseman. I ruined my knee when my spikes caught sliding into home on one of my frequent inside the park homers.

You are so gullible.

Rick

Mildred states for the record, you never got past first base.
 
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