Wednesday, December 19, 2012

North Andover

Just a quick note: yes, we have moved from Waltham to North Andover. Other than that, things are nothing less than insane. Not in a bad way, though. Just in a crazy way. I hope to be back here in a more serious way one of these days...but today is not that day.

Tuesday, June 5, 2012

Touch a Truck Day

The lad and I took in Touch a Truck day at Bunker Hill Community College last Sunday. This was a tremendous (and free) event for the under-five set. There were all sorts of enormous vehicles, all open for exploration. This was apparently the work of the Charlestown Mothers Association, which did a great job getting all of these huge pieces of machinery into one parking lot. Thanks also to Aunt Christine, Uncle Steve and Eben for tipping us off to this.


Friday, April 27, 2012

Here's the Short Version of the Story

About a year ago, I started getting crippling migraines, and it was really all I could do to get work for my real job done. The headaches were a result of too much time spent in front of the computer. I stopped blogging because I physically couldn't do it for a while. Then, after a few months, with the migraines gone (and a new monitor at home), I decided it might be nice to take a full year off of blogging. My son was reaching chase-him-around age, and I was getting very heavily involved in the Stanley Cup playoffs. I had a blissful spring of watching the Bruins win the Cup and then a wonderful summer that included a long vacation in Maine. 

Now, here we are, more than a year later. I've been to Texas and back with the family a couple of times. I've been to Atlanta and Las Vegas on business. I finally made it to my first Patriots game on New Year's Day 2012. The Bruins were failures this season, but at least they've won the Cup in my lifetime now. West Ham are trying to bounce back up after an awful relegation season in 2010-2011. TCU football did me proud by putting together an 11-2 "rebuilding" season last year. Aside from sports, I'm in a new role at work, primarily working in custom publishing. My son is 19 months old and sets out on a quest every day to destroy everything in the house. He usually succeeds. He's still a good boy, though. I wouldn't want anything about him to change. I couldn't ask for a better son.

And the blogging is back, too, although it's likely to be very sporadic and also somewhat less long-winded than it was before. The Boston Breakers have gone away--likely forever--and so has the Boston Breakers Report blog. I'm going to try to fire up West Ham USA again soon, though, maybe even today. And I'll try to drop in a thought or two here for those who are still interested in this site. Suffice it to say that I'm alive and well, even if I've been dormant online. Hopefully that will continue for a while... 

Tuesday, March 1, 2011

All Better Now that February's Over


Actually, this superb picture of Isaac--taken, of course, by my shutterbug brother-in-law--is from the last night in February. Clearly, though, little Ike is eagerly anticipating the end of what is usually the worst month of the year.

February signals the end of NFL football (maybe for a while in this case...), the slow-grind part of the NHL season, and the dreary and rainy section of the European football calendar. It also brings the 6 Nations rugby tournament, which is a good thing--or was, until France lost to England last weekend.

Mostly, though, February is about being so far into winter that it's hard to remember what other seasons are like and so far away from spring that it's hard to imagine life without mounds of snow everywhere. This year, February for me also meant being sick with some sort of bug that gripped me for about a month. That's the main reason why the February post count here was zero.

Isaac got the bug, too, but he's getting over it now, and I'm also feeling much better. March is no beauty of a month in New England, but it's a light at the end of the tunnel of winter. After a season that reminded me just how awful winter in New England can be, I'll take any sign of the promise of spring, even if it's only a date on the calendar.

Things are looking up all around. West Ham just scored a big victory; the Bruins are having a fantastic road trip (and I'm going to see them Thursday night), and last I checked TCU is still 2011 Rose Bowl champion. (I'm still giddy about that...) And now that February's over, there's nothing but good times ahead...mostly. I hope.

Monday, January 31, 2011

Rose Bowl Hangover

I have never been speechless before. The one thing I've always had at the ready is words, but I've been trying to write about the Rose Bowl for almost a month now and I can't do it. Words come and go through my head like Bart Johnson dashing through the Wisconsin defense for TCU's first touchdown of the game, but nothing stays long enough for me to get it into pixels.

It was the perfect day, Jan. 1, 2011. I watched the Rose Parade live--something I've always wanted to do--with my family and then stood as the TCU football team fulfilled one of my lifetime fantasies. (And, yes, I do mean lifetime. This was a decades-long fantasy, something I'd played out in the back yard as a kid and dreamed about driving to work a decade ago.) TCU winning the Rose Bowl wasn't a dream. Dreams can come true, although they rarely do. It was a fantasy. It was impossible. It literally could not happen. And then it did.

Why it happened isn't important. What's important is that, as the clock ticked down on the 97th Rose Bowl, I experienced a euphoria the likes of which I had never felt before. Oh, I've had better and more significant moments in my life. But this feeling was unique. And Jan. 2, 2011 really was the perfect day. I loved my wedding day, loved the day my wife defended her PhD dissertation, loved the day my son was born (although I was totally exhausted and sleeping in the hospital, so I don't know how much I actually enjoyed that particular day).

Sunup to sundown, though, I've never had a better day than New Year's Day 2011. I was with family and friends. I was in Southern California. I went to the Rose Parade. I watched TCU win the Rose Bowl. We went out afterward, my family, my friends and I, and celebrated with colossal margaritas (actual name--actual cost: $18) and Mexican food. (See the completely unedited photo above--I'm kind of in mid-Frog hand sign there.) It was magical, as in movie-script, Disney-style, everybody-tears-up-at-the-end magical. (Speaking of tears, there's a whole 'nother post in me somewhere about the end of the Rose  Bowl, the happiest scene I've ever seen in my life. Red Sox fans, this was our 2004. Let's just put it that way.)

The problem, of course, is that every day since the perfect day has seemed just a little, well, imperfect. I'm not complaining. I love my family; I like my job, and I'm blessed to be where I am in life. All I'm saying is that I didn't want the Rose Bowl to end. (Well, actually, I did--but only so we could finally win it.) I didn't want to leave stadium after the game, and I was hardly the only one who hung around. I didn't want Jan. 1, 2011 to end. I still don't. But it's over.

We have mounds of snow here in suburban Boston five feet high. We have more snow on the way. That doesn't help. Wintertime blues are hitting me hard right now. But I have BC hockey tickets, and Bruins tickets, and tickets to a Celtics game...and friends, and family and all sorts of other positive distractions all around me. That's all good, wonderful.

What I don't have is the intense buildup to the experience of a lifetime, or the continuous high of Jan. 1, 2011. And that's what I want back. I've got four t-shirts, a commemorative book, the game in iTunes (and coming on DVD), two baseball caps, my game ticket in a plastic Rose Bowl lanyard, a felt pennant, lots of pictures and video I took myself, and very fresh memories.

But I can't get that feeling back, that euphoria. I've never been addicted to anything (nor have I ever been a drug user at all, really), but this must be what it feels like to come down off of some really powerful drug. At least I remember where I was and what I was doing when I got "high." But the hangover, the withdrawal, is still nasty. It's hitting me hard. Of course, it was all totally worth it, though. Totally worth it. Fantasies don't come true every day. I don't suppose that I'm speechless anymore, but that's all I can think of to say--and it doesn't even begin to express everything I'm thinking.

Monday, January 17, 2011

Pond Hockey


I couldn't keep up with the pace of the game--actually, it was hard for me to move around at all--but I did get to skate around a bit with a hockey stick on this frozen pond in New Hampshire today. It was a huge amount of fun and a real New England winter experience. I can't wait to do it again. Pond skating is way better than rink skating--almost like swimming in a pond compared to swimming in a pool. Nature wins in both cases.

Thursday, January 6, 2011

I'm Still Giddy


Incredible doesn't even begin to describe the experience. More to come after I finish soaking up the sunshine in California.