(Okay, I know these were supposed to be daily. They will be from this point out… or, at least, that’s the plan.)
Day Eleven:
Sunday, May 4, 2008
I’m grateful for the ability to drop everything and hang out in a backyard with some of my friends. Especially when the backyard is an off-site parking lot for the American Airlines Center, and the friends are Stars Havoc Fanatics.
Tailgating for a hockey game with these guys is a treat — we’re starting to get to know each other, and the little inside jokes are beginning to creep in to conversation. On top of that is the deep desire to repeat the experience we had two weeks ago, where the Stars closed out the first round of the playoffs and advanced. Tonight, the team is poised to put the San Jose Sharks away and move on to a Western Conference Finals matchup with the Detroit Red Wings. It really does feel like 1999 all over again.
Day Twelve:
Monday, May 5, 2008
I’m grateful for hot tea — it helps my voice. Screaming for six hours will take its toll on you.
Overtime hockey is a blessing and a curse. While it’s some of the greatest drama in American professional sports, it is just nerve-wracking. I lost the ability to yell in the second overtime, though I was able to roll out another a capella “We Will Rock You” for the section in the third overtime. hence my need for tea today.
Day Thirteen:
Tuesday, May 6, 2008
I’m grateful for Annie.
This is all her idea. She got into blogging the exact same way I did — by following the example of Wil Wheaton (truth be told, it started with a bet she made with Wil and Shane Nickerson, where I just thought Wil’s blog was a cool idea). When her mother died of cancer in January 2006, she wrote one of the most moving, honest pieces I read that year and (even though I didn’t tell anyone) it spurred me on to attempt to be more open, and open myself up more, in my writing.
So, thanks, Annie. Having never met you, you’ve made an impact in my life. Funny thing, these beep boop Intar-Webs.
Elbow and send.