While every day can be cause for a celebration, it is only the rarest of days that can be cause for two celebrations. Today is such a day.
On one hand, we have the return of America's Pastime, and America's Team: our beloved World Champion Boston Red Sox. The alarm went off at 5:15am. Enough time for a shower, a shave, and a yogurt before ESPN2 clicked over to high-definition images of Japan. The shots of the crowd were pretty impressive, and the shots by Moss and Manny were very impressive.
And, though I missed it on my trip into work, that snag by Jacoby was -- to quote D. Vader -- most impressive.
But the return of the Sox and their thrilling victory wasn't the only cause to cheer -- oh no -- for today is also the day a wee Irish lad burst onto the scene in Westborough, some thirty-one-odd years ago. Yes, our boy Mack, Matty, Knuckles -- Sox Fan, statesman -- is now the same age as Kevin Garnett. (And people say he's heading into the end of his career -- Knuckles is just starting!!!)
While others might use this day to celebrate the lives of Sarah Jessica Parker, Elton John, Aretha Franklin or Gloria Steinem (all born on this day) -- I choose to celebrate the only person I know who can drink Southern Comfort and enjoy it (aside from my Grandmother).
I don't really have any idea what all that stuff up there means (I mean really, was that English?!) but I second the cheer that Matty's birth occurred. If not for that, what would we celebrate? The start of the Greek War of Independence?
I don't think so.
-- posted by
Duck : 3/25/2008 7:16 PM
