Go ahead, ask me (almost) anything

I thought this post by Becky Turner of Strikeouts + Sprinkles, where she answers questions from readers about her, was pretty cool.

So I want to do something similar myself.

Ask me a question (within reason) in the comments or on Twitter, and I’ll pick some to write in a post!

A worse travel mistake than driving in New Jersey

I know this sounds crazy, but my parents once believed that the roads going to the airport in Newark would make enough sense for intelligent people such as themselves to drive there without any problems.

But intelligent people don’t account for exits around blind curves or the exit you’re supposed to take being on the opposite side of a divided highway, or the secure parking lot you requested being moved multiple times from what you were originally told until it wound up being miles from the terminal.

And did I mention it was Christmas night?

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Here we (and the Yankees) are again

Exactly one year ago, I wrote this.

Of course it’s not fun. It’s gut-wrenching agony, knowing that one bad pitch or one instance of not scoring with runners on first and second with no one out (tonight would not be a good night for the return of the #rispfail hashtag) could mean the end of the season. Tonight is going to be a difficult evening.

Then the conversation reached its obvious conclusion … that the jangled nerves are what make it fun.

And now, here we are again. The Yankees are hosting the American League Wild Card Game again, this time against Oakland.

Luis Severino will be on the mound again.

Nerves will be jangled again. It will be fun again.

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My annual scream into the holiday void

It starts small … seeing Thanksgiving cards next to the Halloween ones in the drugstore.

Or maybe it’s a report from your spouse that there’s egg nog in the grocery store.

But it has arrived.

Holiday Creep.

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