That may well be true. But right now humility sucks. Mutt is currently returning from Seattle via Amtrak, and I’m in the red zone. Honestly, my grandma can walk faster than this frigging iron horse. Throw in cramped seats, drunk seatmates and hair-infested lasagna and let’s just say that Mutt’s about to bite someone. Reality is, we need to get tougher. The days of flying first-class and kicking it in the Grammercy are long gone. Time to suck it up and start representing, like a Mutt. Just wish I didn’t have to start tonight.