Robin Ventura - Managerial Final Exam
At an ungodly early morning hour, Robin Ventura sat alone in an unlit room. ┬áThe darkness was impenetrable, but from what he could discern, the cold chair he was seated in was the cheap, flimsy plastic-type normally reserved for hot, drunken backyard barbecue parties. ┬áThere was a crack in the base of it that stirred... Read more »