Just some thoughts as my body recovers from two days of fulling it with food and booze:
We here at the Ballpark have many things to be thankful for this time of year, not the least of which is the health and well being of ourselves and our families (and of course, our readers). We are thankful for the fact that the Celtics have returned themselves to the forefront of the sports world in time for what seems to be a new golden age of competition for the NBA. We are thankful for the fact that the Patriots are not succumbing to the enormous amounts of injuries they have suffered, and are still in contention for both the playoffs and even a possible division title should the Jets falter (though they probably will get neither and we will blame the coach for not being good enough to win without Brady). We are thankful for the fact that the Bruins have given us a reason to watch hockey in this town again when it is not the beanpot (they won yesterday, 7-2, and also beat the hell out of the Islanders in a couple of third period fights – thanks Hnidy and Lucic – and now are second in the Eastern Conference with 34 points).
But most of all (other than our thanks for having all of the wonderful people in our lives), we are thankful for the Boston Red Sox. They are in the midst of an age of success that the people of this city have not seen for a century, and we are blessed to be able to follow them. Of course, I cannot think of thanksgiving without remembering that it was five years ago this week that Larry Luccino and Theo Epstein had thanksgiving dinner with the Schilling family and brought the big lug to town. He came in with the goal of making 55,000 New Yorkers shut up, and he participated in the greatest comeback in baseball history. Thanks guys, for being willing to sit with Curt for an entire meal while he pontificated as he always does.
More tomorrow, but one last thought before I go eat more turkey: I love the NFL if only for the ongoing soap opera that is the lives of all of the players. It is beginning to make ESPN’s awesome but defunct show “playmakers” look like a documentary. Now, I don’t think that anybody did crack before taking the field this week, but between the bathroom fights, quarterbacks going to prison, and all of the other hijinks that these guys come up with, it is really starting to become more entertaining than the product on the field. Today’s Episode: Plaxico Burress, already injured and out for the Washington game, was accidentally shot in the leg last night at a club. With his own gun. Do I need to say anything more?
Thanks everyone.
75 Days.
Done.
