Maybe Sinatra had it all wrong when he said he had few regrets about doing things "My Way".
Maybe he was a man with lots of guts and very ballsy.
Maybe at night when he was all alone for doing everything his way he drank his night away with a nice bottle of Merlot.
Maybe he just sat and watched the Olympics in Beijing.
Either way...maybe ol' blue eyes had it all wrong.
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