Game Day. The ride to the stadium was surprisingly uneventful. I picked up Matt in Conshohocken, and we headed down the Blue Route. Mike was taking public transportation, Steve was doing the same, after driving from New York. The last time the Eagles played in an NFC Championship Game, we only had two tickets. That… Continue reading Skol
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Looking for the Flag
The score was 15-10, and the clock was not moving fast enough. It was cold but not as cold as the meaningless New Year’s Eve game against Dallas. Maybe anxiety generates heat. But, funny how it started feeling colder and colder as the Atlanta Falcons were driving for the winning touchdown that would, unsurprisingly, end… Continue reading Looking for the Flag
What to….?
There are many scientific/mechanical processes that baffle me. For example, what conspiracy led to the proliferation of hot-air hand dryers in public bathrooms? I have never used such a device without finishing the process by wiping my hands on my jacket or pants or handkerchief. The one in the WaWa bathroom comes closest to actually… Continue reading What to….?
Mama Mia
In the end, I just had to laugh. Patience is not my best virtue, especially when I have to react to things on the fly. Planning is in my comfort zone; I like to know what is coming up. It has to do with control, I presume. My most recent trip to my mother’s was… Continue reading Mama Mia
Snowballs and Dad
A Twitter video posted by the Eagles got me thinking this week about the origins of my devotion to Philly sports teams. On the video (VIEW HERE) a “snowball”, on behalf of his brethren, finally apologized to Santa for an incident in 1967. As Philadelphia football fans know, Eagles fans are still periodically vilified by the… Continue reading Snowballs and Dad
Jingle Bells
There is nothing like being around a Santa Clause-believing little kid at Christmas time. The wide-eyed enthusiastic anticipation reminds us “of all that is good” (to quote Field of Dreams). This week’s Dom-trip-to-pre-k began with his presentation of a gingerbread man he had helped make the night before. As you can see, he did a… Continue reading Jingle Bells
Steeples and a Three-Year-Old
Today was Pick-Up-Dom Day, as most Wednesday’s have been. Dom is now in pre-K, so we have to get there an hour earlier. Nevertheless, he was energetic as usual, and thank goodness it his mother who corralled him to get dressed this morning. The topics of discussion during the ride mainly focused on church bells… Continue reading Steeples and a Three-Year-Old
Happy Birth and Deathday
I survived another birthday yesterday. I have always thought it would be supremely ironic to die on my birthday. Shakespeare did. April 23rds, 52 years apart. Little did I know, however, that a phenomenon known as the “birthday effect” exists. I found out because I googled “people who died on their birthdays.” Statistically, people are… Continue reading Happy Birth and Deathday
A 3-Year-Old View
Every Wednesday is Dom Day. At least for a semester. Once again this morning I picked up a three-year-old in Manayunk and drove him to daycare on the campus of Montgomery County Community College to help out my son and his girlfriend, as she completes her nursing coursework, and he goes to work. Wednesdays this… Continue reading A 3-Year-Old View
#34
I had a ticket to Roy Halladay’s no-hitter in the playoffs against the Reds in 2010. A stomach virus flattened me that morning, however, and I had to give the ticket away. I watched baseball history from the discomfort of my family room, a bucket next to me. But I didn’t miss a pitch. I’ve… Continue reading #34
The Q-View 