I stopped reading his stuff, but let me guess...this is how it started:
BUFFALO, N.Y. - Chip Kelly opened the door to his modest 3-bedroom flat, stepped outside as his eyes squinted at the early morning sun, rubbed his head with a hand calloused from an old steering wheel, and took a sip of his Keurig Donut Hole java from his collector's edition Philadelphia Eagles coffee mug.
This is Chip Kelly's routine. Get up. Drink coffee. Squint. Start driving.
The squirrels are the only ones who sees him get in his 1976 Ford Pinto with run-flat tires. It's going to be a long day, and not even Chip knows how it will end.
Suddenly, and without warning, he gets a message.
Pickup. Downtown Chicago. Brandon Reilly.
Chicago to Buffalo? Just the kind of fare that will feed the Kelly family for hours.
This is Chip Kelly's life. He removes his Lyft sticker, replaces it with his Uber sticker, and our day is begun.
Or something like that.