At this time, on any given year, I am usually bouncing off the walls with excitement. I love the summer, I love baseball season, I love the beach. But nothing compares to the start of the NFL season. At least, I usually feel that way. I make no effort in hiding it. I am a New York Jets fan. I wear my misery proudly on my sleeve. I live and die with this team. I am a fanatic. I use the term “we”…
Month: August 2012
I’ve written about this a thousand times before, yet I like to document my thoughts as they come naturally. This way, the doctors at my eventual psychiatric ward can understand my inner workings and have one of those “it all makes sense” moments. Anyway, no matter what I do every day, I keep ending up in the same place. Every single time I get a free moment to allow myself to create a thought, it gets flooded with ideas of…
As many of you know (especially if you read everyone’s favorite post about why I can’t wait to be a dad) my wife, Tina, was pregnant and due in August. We had always felt that the baby would come early, but about five weeks before the due date, Tina woke up at the 4:30am with contractions. Later that day, she was admitted to the hospital, and in a few hours, our lives would change forever. Officially, let me announce that at 8:50pm on…