Some days just mean more to me than others. My birthday, for example, or Thanksgiving.
Another is today, October 3, because it’s the anniversary of the day I went skydiving.
Last year I wrote all about it, so there’s no sense repeating the same words, but suffice it to say, it was truly one of the coolest, most amazing things I’ve ever done, and I still take tremendous pride in the fact that I did it. Continue reading
It came to pass that a great and heavy storm rained down on the Fenway and washed away the 2006 Red Sox season. And lo, a voice from above gathered the Nation together and said unto them, “We will rebuild and try again next year.”
— verse 18:7 from the Same Ol’, Same Ol’ Testament
It’s customary in the week between Rosh Hashannah and Yom Kippur to ask for forgiveness from those who you may have wronged in the past year, and to forgive those who have wronged you. So since Yom Kippur begins tonight, let me say to the Red Sox: I forgive you for imploding and screwing up this season as badly as you did, and for making me so angry these past two months. I hope you will forgive me for turning away from you and not watching a single game these many weeks, and for saying such disparaging things about your playing ability and your prospects for coming back after such terrible losses.
We’ll get ’em next year.
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