I worked at the local newspaper in the early 2000s, and you could hear Mike the second he walked into the door with printouts of his new weekly standings. Every time, he was like this hurricane coming down the aisle, talking up the breaking news with this booming voice as if he'd just invented time travel or met God. It was something we looked forward to and something we dreaded all at once; "Mike, Mike, I don't have time to get into this with you. We're on deadline." But you couldn't help but marvel at his enthusiasm, for high school cross country of all things. And then minutes later, he'd leave, we'd all look at each other, shake our heads, share a snicker, and continue on. Unforgettable for better or for worse. I enjoyed our interactions most times. Congrats on #2000, Mike.