Lord, forgive me. It’s time to go back to the old me.
When I departed the Buckeye Cinematic Universe three years ago last month, I thought I had concluded my time in the trenches as a highly decorated combat veteran. Not to mention the two special-ops missions I ran against Le Papa de Dublin in his own restaurant on behalf of Cuban intelligence.
But that’s the beauty of the Buckeye blog game: The more things change, the more they stay the same. And I’m back outside the saloon with a glint in my…