It’s been a long and miserable week for me since you-know-what. I’ve had a difficult time coping with the end of not only the dream of a perfect season but football in general. I’ve had to refocus my life and find something new to do.
You see, that’s the hardest part of all this. It’s not just the agonizing pain of failure, it’s trying to find something to do with myself while avoiding any mention of my beloved boys. I can no longer spend hours on end browsing ESPN.com. I can’t bring myself to listen to WEEI (no offense to the Celtics, but I’m not that interested). And no, I do not care that a truck loaded with baseball equipment just left Fenway Park for Ft. Myers. Perhaps the worst part of it all, I no longer have something to keep myself distracted while at work! Heaven, help me!
But things aren’t all bad. We finally moved into the new office (with heat!) and I’ve had just a barrel of laughs watching my boss spend FIVE HOURS on the phone with Dell tech support trying to figure out why our server was incessantly buzzing. He tried to pawn that task off on me but I’m not idiot. I’ve also finally gotten around to teaching myself to knit. Pink scarfs for everyone!
My dad and I also decided that we are going to drive out to Canton for Andre Tippett’s induction into the Pro Football Hall of Fame in August. Why the heck not? It’s been nearly seven years since we visited the, as we call it, oh hallowed grounds. Anyone wanna come?
Now, how long is it until training camp? Oh yeah… don’t remind me.