Last night I had a nightmare that woke me straight up and sweating. I had just knocked the dirt out of my cleats, tapped home plate at Fenway and looked straight past SS, LF, and locked on the Green Monster wall.
When my wife Barb can't sleep she blames it on the 3 a.m. conference call in her head. Me, it's stories bouncing around to get out. Random thoughts looking for a theme.
Dude! Enough already. I have to tell you, I grew up on the weather end of one of the Great Lakes ... Erie ... I know all about "The Weather."
I sat there and watched him eat popcorn. Watched the Hubble Telescope slide across his glasses from left to right, watched various images from deep space start as little dots on his lens, and as the dots grew on the IMAX screen, I saw the galaxies create shadows on his face.
Let me tell you a love story. True story, happened when I was sick one day, not deathbed sick, migraine sick. Riley, my wife's Shih-Tzu, never left my side that day, at one point he jumped up on the couch and curled up by my feet.
For me, confidence was defined on October 18th, 1977. A Tuesday. I was lying on the living room couch, half-asleep, drifting in and out of a game I didn't have any dogs in. Didn't care who won, didn't care who lost.
Expect most of my if'n's to be left hanging when I'm all said and done. A good life, made better, when all the if'ns are gone. Imagine, instead of having a bucket list, you have a bucket life.
Check out the look on Elite rookie Brandon Palaniuk's face. I'm used to that look; Brandon's not used to me yet. If you think you know this kid, I'm going to shock you.
I am the only guy over the age of 12 in the room. Even though I know everyone in the room, I don't want to be here. I want to be anywhere else. I can best explain it like this: It's the feeling you get when you go to the dentist and he tells you it's no big deal, and that you shouldn't need any Novocain. But he is wrong.
He's gone. Kevin Oldham. The angel and the hero has embarked on his final journey.