Don’t Call It a Comeback (Basketball Edition)
These basketball greats may have been hot in their prime, but they definitely went cold on a dime. This is why you quit while you're ahead.
Dan’s outside interests include playing poker for spending money, playing sports for nostalgia, and conditioning his liver so he can survive the melting of the polar Natty Ice caps. His long-term goal is to collaborate with the world’s top neurosurgeons and have MLB Season Ticket fed directly to his brain. Dan Opp graduated from Rensselaer Polytechnic Institute in 2005 with a degree in electrical engineering. Prior to landing this gig with PIC, his post-high school writing credentials consisted entirely of editing lab reports in which only figures and graphs actually mattered. He now lives and works in southern Connecticut, where, each morning, everyone within a 50-mile radius commutes within a 2-mile radius.
These basketball greats may have been hot in their prime, but they definitely went cold on a dime. This is why you quit while you're ahead.
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