For those of you that aren't aware, today is my 26th birthday. For some reason it feels like a really weird birthday for me. I don't know why, but 26 seems a lot more older than 25. I feel like I am almost 30, and there is no way I feel I should be making my way so fast to the big 3-0. Anyways back to the story. Twenty six years ago to this day I was born in Melrose, Massachusetts. On that day the Boston Red Sox had their home opener at Fenway Park against the hated New York Yankees. The Red Sox defeated the Yankees that day to a score of nine to six. It just so happens that my favorite two numbers are both nine and six. I wore number six throughout my high school career, and when I went to college and was unable to wear number six I changed to number nine. I continued to wear number nine through college and as a professional. Nine was also the number I wore when making my Major League debut. You may think, OK that is somewhat weird, but who really gives a crap.
Well, the weird thing is today, twenty six years later, again on my birthday the Red Sox had their home opener at Fenway Park against the hated New York Yankees. Once again the Red Sox were victorious by a winning score of nine to six. You may once again be thinking that is somewhat weird, but who really gives a crap. If you do think that, I guess there is no helping you, but I think it's pretty damn interesting. That is the end of my story. Goodnight, and happy birthday, to me!
P.S. Thanks to all that wished me a happy birthday today! I really appreciate it!