Well my friends ’tis the time of night where I close my eyes and try to guess the proper keys and characters to hit in the hopes to form words and sentences (my success rate is mediocre at best) and wish everyone a wonderful and prosperous new year. In keeping with tradition I’ve managed to keep my adult libation intake levels high before writing this mini and most likely unreadable diatribe, so please bear with me.
The First Lady and I have had much to be proud of this year calendar year (however according to our attorney of law and the fact that we live in a post Don Draper society I shouldn’t be speaking for her. So as per usual, I digress and should probably defer..but won’t). Our young sons The Association and The Merger continue to grow and flourish. They are our greatest accomplishments.
The Association in particular is very keen on eschewing the normal path of reading and writing and instead is quite happy to only learn the subtleties and nuances of the English language through the current CBA’s of the NHL, NFL and MLB (sorry David Stern as of right now we find your CBA to be a bunch of rubbish, therefore I cannot force feed my young 3-year-old son).
The Merger on the other hand has taken this added year of maturity(he’s 17th months old by the way) to display his physical strengths to anyone that happens to get in the way. As it would be the young Mr. Merger seems to be a tad more physically advanced than his peers at daycare (I was too, but I had failed a few steps of progression thus making me months older than my contemporaries, mea culpa). In any event the First Lady and I have tried endlessly to have the Merger realize his advanced feats of strength. We’ve urged him not to challenge his pals in arm wrestling for the extra pudding cup at lunch time and have worked extensively with him to call his own fouls when running into one of his many unsuspecting victims/classmates while walking (we’ve done so by teaching him the customary hand in the air “that’s mine” call. Again mixed bag with this one).
The First Lady has had a banner year as well (I mean she’s married to a Canadian Blog Award nominee, how can it get better than this?) She’s managed the complexities of going back to work and balancing a very needy husband such as myself. Better yet she’s maintained her status of Mum Number One in both the AP and CP polls. She’s done it with such grace and for that there’s truly no drunken words that I can somehow put together to say thank you. On a professional level (because remember being married to me is strictly amateur) The McMaster Marauders football team won the Vanier Cup. The First Lady’s dossier of work is linked closely with this squad . Watching the title game along side of her was mos def a highlight for me. She works quite closely with many members of this team in their scholastic pursuits and she was quite proud of their on field success.
As for me I continue to schlep along somehow walking fast enough with a clipboard in my hand so I look like I’m doing something (a great tool for you kids out there – Don Cherry like advice) Last year I laid out some attainable goals for myself and I’d like to think that I managed to keep in striking distance to most of them. I got back into the gym and have somehow been able to mold myself into an almost respectable physique. I stopped drinking rye and haven’t had a drink since my remorseful night out with my Dover friends on December 10, 2010.
There’s one thing that I have dropped the ball on though. I stated that I would like to call my friends more. If facebook and other avenues of social media count, I made a satisfactory effort in this area last year. If we are counting phone calls, well then I’m going to need some remedial work. Again mea culpa my friends. For this I’ll try to do better in 2012.
On a somewhat serious note I almost lost one of my good pals this year. As he would state he “was boarding the train to Adios”. There were times when this particular fella’s health wouldn’t allow him to receive a phone call even if I tried. It was a scary time. During that time I would have given anything to pick up the phone and call him and pick his brain about a variety of sporting topics. All seems well now, but he’s telephone number will be a constant workout for my fingers from now on.
The sports world is starting to yield some divendends for me (or it would appear so). The Toronto Maple Leafs are mos def a better team today than they were at this time last year. The Toronto Blue Jays, under the guidance of Alex Anthopavowels, continue to build what we hopefully be a long and sustaining championship contender (I’ve had a few glasses of the kool aid, even without Yu Darvish, I still believe). The Toronto FC is without a doubt going to make the MLS playoffs this upcoming season (the league is finally bending the rules to make sure that 98 percent of the league makes the post season). That leaves me with the forgettable Bills. What can I really say that I couldn’t cut and paste from last year’s drunken diatribe? Enough said.
Anyhow friends and family, this year has been pretty good by my standards. As per usual I’ve made my share of mistakes, handled a few situations poorly and have probably said more than I should on a given topic or person on a least a few occasions. I take all these situations as opportunities to learn.
Like Rosie Perez said in White Man Can’t Jump “sometimes you win, you really lose. Sometimes when you lose you really win”. http://www.metacafe.com/watch/mv-kZjc/sometimes_when_you_win_you_lose/ Deep thougths, no?
In any event friends, I hope that I made words with most of my key strikes this evening. Better yet I hope that I remotely made some kind of sense. If I didn’t, so be it. If I did, fantastic. Happy New Year and all the best in 2012.