Many thought RB was down for the count after his heart surgery. Not me. Not never. You see, Rochester winters breed a hardiness in you that makes you come back for seconds. I don't know what it is. The shoveling, the shivering, I don't know. I do know that it takes more than heartache to defeat the King of Pain.
And soon, he was reborn...
How, you ask? Well sure, there was this:
And don't forget this:
But, no, not really those. Only partly those. Old meets new, same head, same hand, new heart.
And finally there is this:
He gives all year long. Now it's my turn to say Happy Birthday, Chris.
I didn't know what to get you, so I started a new team blog in your honor.
For the man who has everything, one more blog never hurt.
WHO WANTS IN???
