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Saturday, September 21, 2002
The New England Revolution soccer team took a season that was certainly considered forgettable and futile in July, and turned it around. Big time. They have not lost in their last five games, and tonight, they entered into the MLS playoffs with authority (New England scored three goals in the first half). The regular season ends this weekend. And the Revolution will be part of what's next.
Thursday, September 19, 2002
I was going to write about the recent primary, and how my democratic candidate for governor, Tom Birmingham, lost.
While composing my thoughts, I remembered something Greg Berge said to me: "Politics is all about self-interest." Or was it "Voting is all about self-interest?" I couldn't quite remember, so I did what every web-enabled person does: I punched him into Google. And lo and behold: Greg Berge.
Greg was the resident curmudgeon, instigator, and smart-ass at my first job out of college. He was also an author (he received royalty checks from a study guide he published for some text book). He wrote documentation for our technical products, but he always made it clear that his first love was baseball (specifically, the Mets). Or was it Cornell Ice Hockey? Or was it a love of reading, or being smart?
He taught me baseball. Opened my eyes to it. It was Greg who got me out to Fenway Park to see my first pro baseball game ever. He also taught me how to score. He has memorized the last half-inning of Game 6 (1986), and he keeps index cards of statistics of every player that he's ever personally scored. When the weather was nice, we would play catch (catch!) in a field near the office.
He also taught me how to be a fan. Or rather, how to be a fanatical fan. In the Fall and Winter, he took a road trip to Ithaca every weekend to watch the Cornell ice hockey team. He published a newsletter for fans of The Big Red team. The fact that I was from a competing school in the same division made our brief relationship that much more interesting.
Did we get close? Does it matter? He was an influence. I was a kid, all too happy to enjoy someone else's knowledge. Of course, he reminded me that I should go and get my own knowledge. Or maybe did I figure that out myself?
Monday, September 16, 2002
Emptying out some random thoughts:
The New England Patriots really looked good last Sunday against the New York Jets (NFL). I'm reading A Season on the Brink, and it's getting me really psyched for basketball. I was enthralled by Howard Stern's rebroadcast of his 9/11/01 show (which I downloaded from the USENET News). I will be voting tomorrow. I am glad that The Sopranos has finally started their season.