NEPD Owner: James Christensen
Exhaustedly picking my way through a nearly full parking lot strewn with empty bottles, dimming coals, and the crushed dreams of half a state, a faint smile somehow crept across my face.
The six-story trip down and up from the press box to the visiting team’s press conference wasn’t the culprit for my exhausted state. Perhaps it was the nervous stirrings that kept me from sleeping the night before, or maybe the eight hours that had elapsed since I had last eaten.
The smile, however, is a much longer story.


