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And I’m not talking about the ones that play sports either. I actually didn’t have time for much sports.  With all the girls then later women to take care of, sports had to take a back seat.

On the weekend, while cleaning the house, I was listening to some old songs from back in the day. Reggae and hip hop mix. To my surprise, every song jogged a memory of time spent with a particular girlfriend.  “Oh that song was me and Michele’s right there!”  “This jam I listened to in the car with Debbie.” And so it went on…And that’s when I realized that I used to be a player.

Don’t hate the player, just hate the game.