Monday, October 17, 2005
Pooped me out
You know, my NYC experience has had a LOT of lows and some very good highs. There were times when I vowed never to return, and then something cool would happen that would make me change my mind. I'll never forget that the White Sox won the ALCS against those pesky Angels of Anaheim, and I was there at 1849 with a handful of White Sox fans who also happened to find their way to that bar. We all hugged and high fived each other when the White Sox clinched their first World Series birth since 1959. We went in as strangers, but being White Sox fans brought us together. (Go White Sox!!) I also will remember the time I spent with my brother Charlie (take care bro). And of course, how can I forget the would be assault, the car towing, the parking violations and the fat guy I almost got in a fight with at a red light. At the end, I feel like this picture.