Day 20

20th entry today. Come on, admit that when I started this, you didn't think I would keep up for this long. I am the king of ideas that start off with a bang and fizzle out rather quickly. I keep two journals, a personal one filled with memories of my father, and this blog which I try to keep up with daily, or at least 5-6 days a week depending on my schedule. People who know me know am I rarely at a loss for words, and that is part of the reason I really enjoy writing this blog. I want to again thank all of the people who read this and have given me comments and feedback.

Watching the first two games of World Series and writing this with game 3 on in the background brings me back to 1995. 95 was not my best year. Actually, until this past year, it was the worst year of my life. I was a lost 19 year old kid. A college dropout who was at back home after my freshman year waiting tables and going to school. I will save that long story for another day. As miserable as that year was, the fall of 95 gave me some of my best memories with my father and brother. MD was living at home as well and working at the all sports station in Cleveland. The Tribe capped a dominating season by making it to their first World Series since 1954. When we beat Seattle in game 6 of the ALCS, MD, Dad, Mom, and I all watched the clincher together. We hugged and cried when we won. I don't think I ever remember Dad being filled with that much joy and emotion in my 19 years. The best part about it was we were all together. We were brought together by fate at that time. Me - leaving school and moving back home, MD - getting a job in sportscasting in his hometown after graduating from college, Mom & Dad - just happy parents with their two boys living back at home. Though the Tribe lost in the World Series, the four of us went to the games together. An experience that will live with me forever. The picture was taken by our good friend Jeremy who was sitting in a box above us.

Song of the Day: "A Roller Skating Jam Named Saturdays" by De La Soul