I am not an artist. I am not a poet. As much as I enjoy writing and I consider myself a good writer, even using that term is a stretch. I wanted to write nothing. I wanted everything I had poured onto the keyboard for the last 24 hours to stand alone, unaltered by anything I could add to it later. At various points in the evening, I had to force myself to stop thinking about what I could share and…
I had to do it. There are moments in life that are bigger than us. Bigger than the games we watch and the money we spend. There are rare times when ‘at any cost’ is to be used. There are very few legitimate ‘Once-in-a-Lifetime’ events. Derek Jeter’s last home game is one of them. I bought two tickets. I had to. I have spent weeks debating how to handle Derek Jeter’s last game in Yankee Stadium and finally dove in.…
I had originally planned to write nothing. I had originally planned to enjoy the day as any other. I had originally planned to not feel this way. I was told many things a little over two years ago, as my wife was preparing to have our first child. At the top of the list was how drastically my life was about to change. Those who spoke these words spoke the truth, but for a number of different reasons. For starters,…