Writing a column as I turn 100 years old is hard to believe. Writing it as the sports world has completely shut down around the world is even harder to believe.
There have been a lot of twists and turns in my career, but this has to be one of the unique moments in all of my years of covering sports.
When I look back, I have worn many hats, not just as a columnist. And I would never have gotten a shot at the long career I've had without a lot of support.
The truth of the matter is that I got started in the circulation department of the Minneapolis Tribune in the 1920s, long before I was a sportswriter.
That was when I quit high school in 11th grade to take that job.
A district manager at the Tribune by the name of Babe Bullis had taken a liking to me as a newspaper boy and hired me when they split the north Minneapolis neighborhood deliveries and gave me the Camden district to deliver the Sunday and morning paper.
At the same time, I was the first guy to handle the boxes where they sold newspapers on street corners in that district. I had to get up at 4:30 a.m. to fill the boxes with newspapers.
Furthermore they assigned the downtown area for me to distribute the Minneapolis Times newspaper to hotels and places like that.