If you are not a football fan, feel free to skip this post. Come back…
Let’s end the week with something that will make us laugh.
I love telling people that I earned a varsity letter playing football at a D-I college. Not least of which because it’s true. Of course, perhaps it requires some further explanation.
After an uninterrupted week of magnificant weather and the dawn of a fabulous foliage season (I haven’t seen reds this spectacular in a long time), I have, yet again, been reflecting on how lucky I am to be living where I am and doing what it is that I am doing.
It’s awful hard, living in the heart of Red Sox Nation, not to carry a deep, abiding hatred of the New York Yankees everywhere one goes.