My grandfather passed away on the 7th, and because it hit me harder than I expected, I really haven’t felt like writing much.

He was 92. He was funny. Whether he knew it or not, he was entertaining as hell, and as my Dad put it in the eulogy, “You always felt safe when you were around him.” And the same can be said of my father, and hopefully of me. I think the hardest moments were when I thought of my grandfather, my father, and I as a chain in which one of the links had finally come loose. The more similarities I saw, the more clearly I could see my father passing on, then me. And that made me pretty sad.

At the funeral, while TAPS played in the distance, the only thing that I wanted to do was crouch down, put my head in my hands and weep. But, I stood imitating the men in my family the best that I could, standing strong to support those around them. But when there’s no one left to support, we are free to grieve.

So, I haven’t felt much like writing.

Sox Bla Bla
Jesus called the other night (like he does every Sunday when you’re all busy), and he said that he hates the fucking Red Sox. So, no matter how hard you pray, or wear your rally cap, or no matter how many times you touch the doorknob while watching the game, the Lord will make the Red Sox will lose in the end.

Ok, I lie. (cough) Billy fucking Buckner (cough)

Sox Bla Bla Bla
I actually yelled at my GF over baseball for the first time ever. Unlike every other man in the Boston area, I yelled b/c mid-sentence during the first 10 minutes of Las Vegas, she suddenly switched the channel TO the Sox game to get the score.

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