I want to start by dedicating this column to the legends out there fixing the power grid. They got my electricity back up after only 21 hours in the dark, and without their hard work, you wouldn’t be reading this right now.
1) This is the seventh column in a series that might make Merritt Paulson angry, but will more likely make him howl with laughter. In this series, I tell you what I’d do if, one, I owned the Timbers/Thorns, and two, I was absurdly rich. Not Jeff Bezos-rich, but richer than Merritt Paulson. Rich enough that the team wasn’t my main source of income, but was more of a hobby.