October 1993: The Far End of Nowhere
It was October 1993 and I was sitting in a hotel in San Francisco watching the Blue Jays take the White Sox four games to two. I was not a happy person. It wasn't just the Sox. I was at a lousy conference for a job I hated. I didn't care for much of the rest of my life either. The only highlight of that conference was the sushi bar 200 feet from my hotel in Japantown.
It's 12 years later and I have the greatest life. I'm living in where I want to live. I have a wonderful wife, a fantastic four year-old, and I live just an hour away from four-fifths of my family. My life is so far from that low point I can't believe I'm the same person.
Oh, and the White Sox just beat the Red Sox 14-2.
I want to see the White Sox take the Red Sox then the Angels. In the NL I want the Braves to play the White Sox...since Atlanta is close to home. If the White Sox miss the series I want the Angels over the Cardinals.
Isn't my life simple now?
