9. Battle Lines
My grandfather once told me to keep my right hand up. As a former Golden Gloves boxer, that was his way of telling me to protect my chin. After Jim’s emotional tirade, I never walked through that office the same way again. I knew that I was only as good as my last trade, but at Cramer Berkowitz, that expression was taken to an entirely new level. It wasn’t enough to be right; you had to be right all the time, every day.
It was March 2000 and the NASDAQ had rallied 35% in a little over a month. Jeff and Matt scoured corporate America as Jim and I, sitting five feet apart and facing each other, moved mountains and molehills from dusk till dawn.
While we shared a common mission, ...