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By Lyle Fitzsimmons - Danny Green is a journalist’s friend.
Sure, he can fight. And said fights are usually followed by a handful of colorful quotes that’ll dress up a desultory next-morning story.
But topping this deadline-fretting writer’s list of pro-Green attributes is another:
The guy returns calls.
Sure, I’ll admit that when the phone started ringing at 1:35 a.m. – waking me from fitful old guy slumber in the Ocala compound – my initial thoughts were closer to “WTF?!?” and “This better not wake the kid!!!” than “Gee, what a great guy that Danny Green is.”
But after successfully stumbling past a pitch-black cat and somehow locating my notebook in a darkened kitchen, I quickly became cognizant of how different the Aussie cruiserweight is from his colleagues in this or any other professional sport. [Click Here To Read More]
Sure, he can fight. And said fights are usually followed by a handful of colorful quotes that’ll dress up a desultory next-morning story.
But topping this deadline-fretting writer’s list of pro-Green attributes is another:
The guy returns calls.
Sure, I’ll admit that when the phone started ringing at 1:35 a.m. – waking me from fitful old guy slumber in the Ocala compound – my initial thoughts were closer to “WTF?!?” and “This better not wake the kid!!!” than “Gee, what a great guy that Danny Green is.”
But after successfully stumbling past a pitch-black cat and somehow locating my notebook in a darkened kitchen, I quickly became cognizant of how different the Aussie cruiserweight is from his colleagues in this or any other professional sport. [Click Here To Read More]
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