You called it. Every single time. Through the lottery years, the 17-win seasons, the "this is the year" that wasn't — for one, two, fifty-three years.
You said the city, the firm, the timing of going full-time in May 2026 were all secretly calibrated to coincide with the year it finally happens. We thought you were joking.
You weren't joking. Ewing got his respect. The 1999 run got its sequel. The controlled experiment in delayed gratification has concluded, and the result is a banner.
Congratulations, partner. Now please — for the love of all that is holy — go back and look at the actual website. We have books to close.
— Beal