I have a heavy writing day ahead: I’m having serious problems with a transition in my lede, and experience has taught me that ironing things out will take a good eight hours. So I’m shirking my Microkhan duties for the day and just tossing up some rare footage of the greatest squash player to ever walk the Earth. If time wasn’t of the essence, I would have jotted down a few thoughts about how he was motivated by his brother’s untimely death, which occurred during a squash game in 1979. But I’ll just leave you to marvel at his moves and bury my head in the ol’ word processor for now.
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