Exile of the Week: I Can’t Even Say His Name

I can’t write his name or feature a picture. So, at left is the anti-symbol for this week’s exile. The reasons are long and too tedious to recount. This is just the latest. Hotel reservations. Surgery. Clandestine meetings. Surgeries that happened …or didn’t…or did. Just. Make. It. Stop.

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About the Author: Cecilio's Scribe is the founder of The Legend of Cecilio Guante and a generally pessimistic fan of the Mets, Jets, Knicks and Rangers. A fine NYC-based gentlemen who hones his marketing skills as his primary trade by day. Husband, chef, father of a newborn and after-hours blogger by night. Proud alum of the mighty Big Red of Cornell. University. Hot sauce devotee. Staunch protester of the continued wussifcation of American sports. Sometimes I rhyme slow, sometimes I rhyme quick.

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