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).
Well, we missed the chance to post about Ire's big Three-Oh on Sunday due to a massive DISK FAILURE (!!!) on poor Adam's computron... Thus, I'm doing it now.
Way to be old, dude. Now you're one of us. One of us. One of us.
I mean, it's really cold outside. So I'm going to stay in and work on organizing the six-hundred (true!) photos I took this past weekend. It just happened to me my birth-weekend, and so we had a little shindig at our place. HydroBro came down, people came out, food and drink was had. Not a bad time if I do say so myself... Not a bad time at all. Feel free to peek at some pics of the weekend if you are so inclined.
We started production on our pilot for NBC at work this week. Should be a good one, even though this snow on the ground is throwing us for a loop... This week is also the "Field Studies" week here in NYC. I was supposed to help shape the young minds at a panel yesterday, but there was a "scheduling snafu" (i.e., I wasn't told about the schedule) -- so, sadly I won't get to inspire (fear in) the kids this time around. I still hold out hope on catching our fearless leader, Sir Jack, this Friday. Time will tell.
Lastly, I'd like to send a big ol' amount of love to Haps today -- he's gettin' a little surgery in the hospital to stop that phenomenon the Ritz used to call "a baby seal getting run over by a 16-wheeler" (aka: Happy's sleep apnea/snoring/choking to death). It's a good thing. He even has to stay in bed for a few weeks afterwards. So, if any of you available ladies are looking to be a nursemaid, head up to Washington Heights. Bring your own sponges.
