It is 19 muthaphuckin’ degrees out! One nine–nineteen! That is thirten degrees below zero for those of you who don’t math or science. I keep trying to talk my ex-wife into moving back, just so I can have a buddy. But that will never happen at this rate. She hates the cold. Which is laughable seeming she lives in New England. Continue reading “Daily Reflection 4th January 2017”
My loans came in today so I decided I am going to take the initiative to focus on some of the long overlooked areas of my life. I went and got a new phone as I have been trying to read through a broken screen. But most importantly, I got a gym membership and a fresh set of gym clothes, for the first time in my life. Continue reading “Daily Reflection 3 January 2017”
I missed the first day of the year, as I was extremely busy and in deep practice of distracting myself from the introspective and reflective melancholy that strikes me like a sledgehammer to the kidneys every New Years Day. I had planned my day around hitting the Fang show that night with my boys, which was a success. We made up about a third of the audience and the band was killer, even after having played a matinee show not but hours prior and it being the end of their tour. Continue reading “Daily Reflection 2 January 2017”
I am not sure if I have mentioned my dear friend Dave before. This is man that I look up to a great deal and feel a great amount of honor that I can call him my friend. A few years ago he was diagnosed with cancer. Continue reading “Getting ready for the big push”
20 years ago I sat along a brick wall along the south side of Pioneer Courthouse in downtown Portland, Oregon when I first heard the Dropkick Murphys. Continue reading “Sláinte to the Dropkick Murphys”
Tonight, after one hundred eight years, the Chicago Cubs beat the Cleveland Indians in an almost rained-out 10th inning of Game 7 of the 2016 World Series, to take the series. What was often touted as a curse, the Cubs win tonight ended their century long bar from the World Series and the lifted the spirits of millions of Americans.
(At this moment I would to recognize the Cleveland Indians, as they haven’t won a World Series since 1948, and also have a diehard fan base. It is unfortunate that the Cubs winning in 2016 will often overshadow the amazing season the Indians had this year. Great job Cleveland.)
So as a Boston Red Sox fan, I shouldn’t be rooting for any other team. But as a fan of a franchise that was also one of the “cursed clubs,” I have always had a soft spot in my heart for Chicago, not to mention their deep affiliation with the Irish, labor, organized crime, and delicious food. But I have also always been a champion of the underdog. And since 2004 the Red Sox have lost their underdog card. So when the Cubs went to the series, I was excited. And when they won tonight I started weeping. At first I wasn’t sure why, but on the train home I realized something.
The curses are all lifted. The Curse of the Bambino. The Curse of the Old Man amd the Goat (or something like that). But these only symbolize my own curses. The Curse of Homelessness. The Curse of Perpetual Violence. The Curse of Heroin. The Curse of the Bottle. All these curses have been lifted, at least the curses I personally identify with.
I dont know how to communicate what I am experiencing but it feels as if someone has just open the prison door and unshackled me. I am no longer tethered to anything holding me back. I haven’t been for a few years, but I am never able to see my own growth until someone else points it out. And in this case it was the lifting of the Curse of the Chicago Cubs.