Today on the plane ride down to Ft. Worth I wrote a commercial dedicated to my buddy Marshall…
Since his Patriots sucked it up….
and his poker play is even worse…
and he bubbled a big cash by a donk.
Remember Tiltwiser beer …
Astin: ah tiltweiser… such a bitter beer to swallow
We salute you …
Tonight’s Super Bowl and other issues surrounding my life have me second guessing things that I have done and or haven’t done recently.
I’ve had to look at strengths in my life, my backbone, my family in crisis because of the recent hospitalization of the man who’ve I only seen cry four times in 38 years, my dad.
I’ve had to remember the last time I had to face something that feared me.
Grandma Horowitz was a teacher at Adelphi University and a Speech and Hearing center that she built from the ground up. After some trouble she was given some drugs and I was going up to see her. My grandma was tall and strong. She knew nothing she couldn’t debate, or argue or reason out. She was strength in not only my eyes, but my soul.
“Don’t be frightened Sean, for your Grandma looks a little different. Just remember why you love her,” my mom said as we walked into the house that she lived in with my Grandfather for over 40 years.
He still has to go back to the doctor so they can examine the abcesses on and below the liver. He still has 6 weeks of Antibiotics, but thank the Big Guy he is FINALLY HOME!
I could mention all the people who have prayed, but I know you all had thoughts and wishes that were communicated through e-mail, blog comments, phone and mail messages.
My family thanks you,
My Dad thanks you,
and I thank you!
And I don’t know where its going. But its fun!
Let me tell you two stories, one of Karma and one of principle.
That found their way into…
The Tragedy Zone.