Well, here is the power report for the day, sponsored by Indian Point Energy Center, the region's most reliable source of electric power.
His grandfather's funeral arrangement.
My dad passed away just after Thanksgiving (from Parkinson's -- Parkinson's SUCKS) and while we didn't have a flower arrangement like that, we did put a Yankee cap in the casket. We'd spend hours on the phone during the post-season, because if something good happened while we were talking, of course we couldn't hang up (until something bad happened -- then we had to break the momentum). I don't know when the next Yankee post-season will be but I do know that Octobers will never be the same...
Thanks, man, for reminding me that I'm not crazy.My dad hated hated the Yankees more than life itself. We dueled, sometimes to dangerous levels. But after he died, rooting for the Yankees just wasn't as important. It took years to recover.I'm not saying there's sanity in this, because I'm not a religious guy. But when the Yankees are playing, I believe my dad is watching. Always will. Wait a minute, maybe I am crazy.
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