At 29, a man should be in his physical prime. On perhaps the worst day of his competitive life, there were still only nine men on the planet ahead of him. OK, it may be self-delusion. There are young guns out there, trying new and daring things and pulling them off the way a young Elvis used to. Winning Olympic gold might require a better Stojko than there's ever been.
Competition is fine.
He knew what he'd been, and what he was no longer. I love the playing. I love the travel and the card games and the joking back and forth and sitting in the dressing room waiting to play. Elvis Stojko isn't leaving. Not until he has one more turn on the Olympic stage.