Living in New York City, my dad watched a lot of Atlanta Braves and Chicago Cubs baseball. My dad’s two favorite players, Ryne Sandberg and Dale Murphy had a lot to do with that. Also, their games were available via WGN and TBS.
For whatever reason, those awful Braves teams — and, boy were they awful — stuck with me. To this day, I am an Atlanta Braves fan.
When I moved from Anchorage, Alaska, to Worcester, Mass., I caught a lot of flack from the neighborhood kids, who didn’t know me from a whole in the wall, calling me a band-wagon fan — only liking the Braves because they were one of the best teams in the National League and in the playoffs.
Never bothered me one bit, really.
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I don’t normally do resolutions. For one, they’re hokey, for two, I just don’t, OK?! Now, get off my back.
That being said, I am going to try working on things — personally and professionally — this year.
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*EDIT* (This is something I wrote years ago about a relationship. I am in a good place, and feel like I can share this and maybe help someone who’s going through this, or help someone who’s gone through this find some closure.)
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… being a firefighter meant the only thing you had to worry about was fighting the blaze and not fighting the blaze and being shot at? http://bit.ly/ReSmQ3
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• I have amazing people in my life. All of them. Not once do they tell me, “You’re crazy. You probably shouldn’t do that,” unless, of course, it really, really, is crazy. I have a wonderful support group of family and friends and they’re the best.
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