Eh. Grats to him but i dont see him staying long.
Imagine working your whole, entire life at something, in a certain field, trying not to be the best, no that dream is long gone. At this point you just work for the chance to be WITH the best. Time moves on and you find yourself too old, too slow, too untalented, maybe all of these and more. You keep working at it, you dedicate yourself to perfecting one aspect of your craft, hoping that will be enough to give you even a small role, for a small while
You form bonds with other gentlemen just like you. Men who are similarly on that tier just below the best. You're all in competition and yet you're friends and partners, laughing on the bus as you travel, dreaming about at least ONE of you making it.
You see a set of circumstances: injuries, young players, new coach. You see all this and wonder if maybe, just maybe, you'll make it. Before you know it, 19 games have passed. The routine of the lower tier life grabs hold of you and you dismiss that notion from your mind. You wake up, review film, start prepping a meal and the phone rings from a familiar number, your coach. You freeze for a second, faced with the prospect of maybe, just maybe...Ah forget it. You pick up the phone.
"Fogsie, you're goin up, kid"
BAM
It's like an invisible tornado pushes you in 5 directions at once before lifting you slightly.
It's almost like a single instant just justified and vindicated every thing you've done up until now.
What a moment.
Then Crypto Guy dismisses it all.
Good luck to him.