I have dedicated my life to annihilating Steve Griffiths at any athletic endeavor. It reverberates to my very core, the need to so utterly pummel him, that it is simply my life's purpose. And yet again, he has figured out how to out fox me. He just up and retires. Quits. Throws in the towel. Pulls up stakes and leaves town. (Fill in your favorite cliche here). And so now I'm lost. Searching for a new meaning. I've never felt so befuddled.
