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8-June-2010Posted by on
Before you claim total C’s fandom, you have to walk a mile (or 218) in these guys shoes!
Five days and 218 miles later, Rye resident Tyler McGill made it to New York City after what had been a weeklong journey for what is currently the most sought-after sports tickets in the nation.
Rye man walking to NYC for Celtics tickets
Having made a bet with friends to walk from TD Garden in Boston to New York City for a ticket to each Celtics home game in the NBA finals, the 27-year-old’s quest for floor seats on the parquet floor concluded late Sunday night at the doorsteps of his pal’s Manhattan apartment.
5-June-2010Posted by on
If you spend any time with me, you’ll know that I’m a Boston-boy through and through. I love my Sox and Pats and B’s and C’s. I think the world revolves around the Hub. And, because of that, I tend to be a tortured soul since I live on Long Island. I don’t tend to see what so great about New York or New Yorkers. I’ve even gone so far as to generalize all of them as wimps because New York was the only colony out of thirteen that abstained from the vote for independence. But, even I have to admit that life down here isn’t all bad. I have met some great people – shocker, some of them are even native New Yorkers! – and been to some very cool place. Northport, NY fits into that latter category.
I had always heard about little waterside town that can trace its farming and fishing roots back to the mid-1600’s from friends and colleagues. It was supposed to be this quaint little town on the Long Island Sound that was a great place for a stroll on a summer weekend afternoon. Up until recently, I had never had the chance to go. I finally got around to it on Memorial Day weekend and can say that I really enjoyed it. My wife and I packed up our twin girls and headed on up. The town itself is only about a twenty-minute drive from our house, but there are no main roads that go there. Perhaps that in and of itself is what has allowed Northport to maintain its rustic charm all these years.
We parked near the water and began to walk around – the harbor is right there and there’s a big grassy park area right near where all the boats come in and out. It’s a perfect people-watching area. We meandered through there, noting that it was one of the few places on Long Island that encouraged you to bring your dogs. When we finished taking in the scenery, we walked down Main Street. Shop after restaurant adorned the . Nothing was a chain – everything seemed to be owner-operated. We were lucky enough to find a swing set that our girls had a blast on. After that, we took a walk deeper into town and found a great ice cream place called Lics. Check out the write-up I did on EatingEverywhere.com about it. We strolled back to the park with our ice cream in hand and proceeded to spend about an hour in a shaded, grassy area just enjoying our time together.
Overall, our day in Northport was probably one of the top five days we’ve had as a family so far. I’m very much looking forward to going back and exploring more – some of those restaurants looked delicious!
5-February-2008Posted by on
I’ve been going through post-mortem all day with Giants fans (the ones I know have been fairly gracious in victory – surprising to me given the area of the country that they originate from). I’ve hashed over the Pats inability to stop the Giants rush and the fact that, had the Pats run the no-huddle offense more, they would have negated some of the pressure from that rush like they did on their final TD drive. I’ve marveled at Michael Stahan’s quickness off the ball and the inability of the Pats offensive line (3/5 of which are Pro Bowlers, by the way) to keep up with him. I’ve pondered Brady’s mere mortal performance and wondered why he didn’t just throw the ball to Wes Welker every down – the guy was barely covered. I’ve conceded that Rodney Harrison has no place in our defensive backfield and that our linebacker corps (God love Vrabel, Bruschi, and Seau) are just a step too slow. I’ve done all that…and I still can’t move on.
I still can’t help feeling empty and depressed and like I’ve believed in a myth for the last few months. I feel cheated. Today was supposed to be The Day. The Day we shut up that annoying Don Shula and that pompous Mercury Morris. The Day that New England put their indelible stamp on history. The Day that Bill Belichick was ordained a God amongst men as far as NFL Coaches go. The Day that the New England area finally arrives as a Mecca of Sports.
But, instead, it’s just a day. A rainy, dreary day which finds me stuck in New York with nary a sole around me to console me in my misery. A day where most of the conversation I overhear in far-off cubicles is about how the Giants are supposedly this superior team and how the Pats, despite their season of accomplishments “weren’t really that good” (Come one folks! Are you really buying that bull you’re selling?) A day where I feel like curling up under the covers in a fetal position and just forgetting about the night before. A day where I wish that the next season would just start tomorrow so that ‘my team’ could go out, hit someone hard, get a win, and make this hollow, empty, dull pain go away.
In the end, time heals all wounds (the aftermath of the 2003 ALCS, and Bucky Dent, and Bill Buckner taught us that). I think this one is going to take a long time to feel better, however. Pitchers and catchers will report in a little over a week and our attention will be diverted to the Boys of Summer. Those terrific folks who warmed our collective heart in October with their marvelous run to a second World Series Championship – something that we never thought we’d see one of. And something that the generations preceding us never got to see. We’ll have a minor reminder of our misery when, in April, the NFL Draft rolls around and the talking heads of ESPN (and others) fame remind us of the misery and disbelief that occurred just before 10pm EST on February 3, 2008. But, that will all be gone in a weekend. After that, the seasons will change, summer will show up, and we’ll be knee-deep in following our boys as they try to topple the Evil Empire once again; football a far-off reminder of the cooler weather that is to come. We’ll cheer and we’ll boo as the Boston Dirt Dogs do their thing, but there will be a little piece of us that just doesn’t feel right.
Training camps will roll around in June and it’ll be like peeling the scab off. We’ll have kind of forgotten how much it hurt until it all starts again. But, we’ll be evaluating rookies and veterans alike and hoping that it’s a year of redemption. Will our guys bounce back? Who have we resigned? Will Brady be hell-bent on destroying anything in a Manning jersey? What’s Bill got up his sleeve this season? Summer will roll on and baseball will replace any notion of Training Camp in the news. The occasional preseason game will be aired, but no one really watches those; they don’t mean much. The thoughts of all thing fall will disappear into the humidity of late July and August.
Eventually, September will roll around. The leaves will start to change colors, Boston will explode with wide-eyed freshman and wiser upper classmen, and the Sox will be in the midst of a pennant hunt All the time, Gillette will be quietly prepping to begin another season full of hope and optimism… And, as the first kickoff occurs and the first hits of the 2008 season begin we’ll finally be as close to cured as we can be – ready to start a new season – one that will hopefully fill the void that this one create.
As everyone loyal New England Sports fan can tell you – Just Wait Until Next Year!
9-May-2007Posted by on
Once again, I go a while without update. But, there is a good reason for it. I’ve been busier than a, well, I’ve been pretty damned busy.
Let’s see, last you heard, it was early March and I was just working a job as a contract/temporary mechanical designer while still getting the house done. Here’s what’s happened since:
Ris and I got all the painting done that we wanted to do. The living room, dining room, kitchen, master bedroom, 1/2 bath, and den are all done. Thank God! That just sucked! I’m so glad it’s done.
We hosted Passover and Easter at the house this year (the two reasons why the painting got done) and they went off without a hitch. We could use a bit more furniture in the house for folks, but it definitely fits everyone. It was nice to have everyone at our place for a change. And the wife made some GREAT food!
Now that the weather has warmed a bit, our attentions have turned outside. We planted a couple of vegetables (tomatoes, broccoli, eggplant, red peppers, and green beans). I think we planted a little too early though. The peppers seem to have died and the eggplant and tomatoes seem to be clinging on. We do have a few sprouts of green beans though! I’ve got some more tomatoes, peppers, and a few other items that I’ll be planting now that I believe the weather is warm enough. Actually, I had this great idea for this really big garden, but when I went to till the soil, I found out that the area I chose (which was marked off by the previous homeowners) actually had a tree in it. The previous owners ripped down the tree, but didn’t remove the stump or roots. So, now I’m going to spend my entire spring working this big f’ing stump out of the ground. Yippee! I probably won’t have it out in time to plant either. Pisses me off.
Other than that, all is well with the house. The yard is being maintained nicely (it’s in dire need of a grooming though) and the rest is good!
I got a job! A real “you have benefits and vacation” job! I’m working as a Manufacturing/Reliability/Mechanical Engineer at a company out in Westhampton Beach. So far, all is well. I love it. The best part is that I’m working with a lot of people from my old company, so it’s quite comfortable.
That’s about all for now…more updates later.
21-December-2006Posted by on
So, the time has finally come for me and my better half to leave the comfortable confines of the beach and move on. But, this move is not all hum-glum and doom – there is much to rejoice over! The reason we are moving is because we have, after years of throwing our money into an empty bucket, saved enough to purchase our very own home!
We are will be the owners of a 3-bedroom, 1.5 split in a very nice section of Long Island. We’re sitting on a quarter of an acre (large by Long Island standards – still not up to the just-shy-of-an-acre lot I grew up on) in a quiet neighborhood. Honestly, we couldn’t be happier!
Happy Holidays Everyone!