Before I launch into my daily rant I should preface my
remarks by stating without equivocation that I hold nurses in general and the nursing
profession as a whole in the very highest of regard. I was raised by a nurse, almost married one,
and my sister is a nurse. I could not
think any higher of them – they are nobility personified. That is probably why I reacted the way I did
when the self-important idiot nurse who returned from the Ebola ravaged zone, was
placed in quarantine and then loudly claimed her civil rights were abused.
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| Get Over Yourself |
I’m the first one to take the news media to task for over dramatizing
“news” to be more entertaining and they’ve certainly ratcheted up the panic
level with their breathless covering of all things Ebola related. However if I’m a nurse returning from West Africa
where I had daily contact with Ebola victims and I have a fever during airport
screening I would demand to be sent to quarantine – not complain about it. Grow up – you embarrassed your entire
profession.
On a decidedly happier note – yesterday marked the ten year anniversary
of the miracle that was the 2004 Red Sox.
People outside of New England will never fully understand what that
meant to us. There are times when sport
transcends and lifts. I can still
remember the mad dance I did behind the couch in our Virginia home when the
last out was made completely delirious while screaming – “They did it!!” They did it the right way by going through
the hated Yankees in a fashion that forever shattered that team’s illusionary
dominance. That raggedy team of bearded
wonders will always occupy a very special compartment in my heart. Just remembering
those moments make me smile.
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| Thank You Guys |
It would not be appropriate to finish today’s blog without
noting our epic victory in fantasy football over our long time tormentor – our daughter. My wife and I watched on pins and needles as
we gradually pulled ahead last night.
Our daughter was a gallant foe but Garcon could not hope to match Murray
even with all his fumbles. The win is fitting
revenge for the pummeling we endured in our first ever fantasy football game at
her hands. It doesn’t range up there
with the win over the Yankees, but it’s in the same ball park.
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| My Son and The ABFA were At Gillette to Steer the Pats to an Epic Victory |
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