Okay, I hate to admit it, but I was the weirdo that absolutely loved the first day of school.
Back home, the air had a certain smell to it. Leaves started to change colors, and the big yellow cheese buses rolled by with much more frequency. Early-morning and late afternoon chatter of children seemed to highlight the weekdays. My favorite season was rolling in, and it was in this in-between time during the first few weeks of school that I absolutely loved life. I mean, sure homework got old before the calendar turned to October, but the first few weeks of September always had and always will have a sensation of newness to it.
And then there's baseball.
Over the last decade and change, I've come to view playoff baseball as my natural-born right, and to the surprise of absolutely no one, the Yankees are once again poised for an October run (eat it, Mets fans!). The years in which the Yanks go deep into the playoffs always seem shorter than the ones in which the get sent home from the dance early. No matter when it's over, the first few days of fall always seem to gear up that sense of anticipation in me.
I anticipate good things for the rest of this year for my friends, my family, and myself. It seems like that last barrier that a lot of people that surround me have is about to break. I can feel it for others because I see it coming for me as well. Let's make this Fall a classic, shall we?
The other night, I reminded myself why I stopped drinking.
Monday night was karaoke night in a local bar, and for some god-unknown reason I felt it was appropriate to make my singing debut.
Thankfully, though, due to the fact that there was no appropriate recording device, I will not post the video evidence of my interpretation of "Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy."
Either my best friend was looking out for me, or he wasn't.