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Years ago a rather seemingly overzealous young man who appeared to have benefited greatly from having a healthy palate appeared on the media landscape...his parents had run blank with suitable names and in desperation named him Donald of the Oliver Clan @donaldoliver
Born about 50 years ago with a somewhat juvenile demeanor, spectacled eyes with a peculiar squint and a laugh that suggested he was a quiet deviant deeply steeped in debauchery and a nasal note...he decided sports was something he had an idea about
He was given advice to not slouch or snort, speak naturally and of course, avoid his usual late nights trysts at his favourite watering hole, a barmaid at a strip club..but I digress..after several attempts to gain his underlying confidence covered in a sinister grin, he evolved
Today, Donald Oliver is not only much older and still using his first baby bath water and cocoa butter to keep his diminishing youth, but he is one of the best sportscasters anywhere in the world...taking the likes of both Crosskills and a Fray along his journey...not bad
It is time we truly acknowledge the fact that this country has and keeps producing greatness and we shouldn't wait for retirement or some other exit to hail those who are at their various and varied levels of accomplishment...proud of you Donald and happy birthday old young man
