No trip to the Crystal Coast this year for Turkey Day, which is making me feel like Boomer.
But overall, and in the big picture, things are doing okay. It’ll be five years at my current job next month. Twenty-six years since I met my wife in January. My oldest son just turned 20, my youngest son will graduate, then turn 18 in June.
Things will be different here in our little corner of the Natmosphere next year. Some folks asked me point-blank if I might hang it up when the P-Nats leave, but this has become too much a part of my morning routine to give up. The only thing I might miss more is running, which I’ve been doing three times longer and is key to how I watch my figure (because if I don’t, no one else will).
So I’m thankful to have this outlet for creativity and this community of baseball fans to serve. And with that I’ll dispense with the annual instructions:
- Stay safe
- Show some plate discipline
- Call your mother