*IMAGE COURTESY OF BECKS*
After 4 plane rides, 6 hours of total sleep, and an epic 12 inning, 7 hour game this picture sums up my weekend perfectly.
I have no idea what I'm talking about, no clue when this picture was taken, but it looks like everyone is having a good time.
Sleep deprived and punch drunk, about the best I can do tonight is say what an awesome time I had this weekend.
Thanks to Rob for everything; I've never know anyone as generous as you and JD. You made what I thought was an impossible dream into a reality and I can't thank you enough. The only bad note to the whole weekend was the Red Sox lost, but I'm keeping the fair they'll win tonight.
More when I can form a coherent thought or when I get enough sleep, whichever comes first.
All I know is when I taxied down the runway and saw the skyline of Boston off to my right, then after the plane flew out over the harbor and headed toward Charlotte I finally knew what it meant to have your heart tugged toward a place like my Dad feels toward the Blue Ridge Mountains.
Maybe one of these days I can convince Ang of the same thing. Until then, I'll be humming the song "Boston" if you need me.
Oh yeah; A Red Sox clinch of the ALDS tonight would sort of make my day.
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