Why do the dreams of youth always turn to a crock of bubbeling nothing, once you reach adulthood? Is it a concpiracy meant to drive us mad? Is it some supernatural anti-karma, beant on crushing youthfull wonder.. or is it just some masochistic urge, implanted in us since birth?
Responses:
Mark McGwire
When I was a boy, I dreamt of being a big league ballplayer, making millions of dollars, and eventually breaking Babe Ruth's single-season homerun record and gaining worldwide fame and acclaim.
