Over the course of a lifetime, fortune often deals you a bad hand; the choice for you at those times is to play the hand that's dealt to you...or to toss in your cards and then you're out of the game. I'm afraid one of those times has arrived when a choice has to be made. This happens to be the year of our 25th Anniversary and to celebrate it, we arranged for a cruise around the Scandinavian countries. To begin, we had to fly to Amsterdam on July 15, and then board the ship on the 16th, after which we were supposed to have fun. But if one of us were to get sick during the trip and had to wind up in a foreign land's hospital, it wouldn't be much fun. Consequently, since I'm the one who is most likely to suffer that fate, we have decided that we must cancel the trip.
I've been in the hospital recently as many of you are aware. This is not a proper place for the Red Baron. They brought me there kicking and screaming...a very unseemly performance. And right now, we are awaiting the results of another test which will determine why I'm having abdominal pains; pancreas? gall bladder? kidneys? adrenal gland? Whatever the result, that's the hand the Baron is being dealt folks; and once I see the cards, I will not drop out of the game. The game will go on...weather permitting. But the arena will not be in Europe.
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And after you beat this "mysterious" foe, like you have so many others, you should celebrate, by taking your cruise, shouting out loud "i spit in the eye of adversary"...
You always were an ace poker player. Now it's time to defeat a more powerful opponent than Shulman, Howard Wolf, and their ilk. Go, Doc.
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