Sometimes you find yourself fighting the loss for the right words . . . Big Greg, it seems like yesterday we were planning Operation Tactical Turkey for the 2017 season. In truth, we didn't always see eye to eye. We didn't always get along. We fought. We bickered. We implemented multiple chokeholds to each other. We told more Mom jokes to each other than people can imagine. We bent the rules. We broke the law. We laughed until we couldn't breathe. We had late nights and early mornings. We proved that true friends always pick up right where they leave off. Most of all, we found each other when we needed each other the most in life. We were almost two decades apart but befriended easily. You cracked my code. You and your family brought me out of my shell. You took a punk kid that was innocent to the world and taught him some important life lessons. You guys shaped me. I've called you one of my best friends for damn near a decade and I will continue to do so. I haven't nor will I ever forget our time spent together. Godspeed my friend.