Monday, January 31, 2011

Deep Thoughts by Jack Handey Card

Like my Hockey in Heaven and Calvin and Hobbes comics, this hung on my door in college. I don’t remember who got this for me, although my top two guesses would be my cousin Katie or my friend Matt.

Saturday Night Live, or SNL as we called it, was a weekly ritual with my group of high school friends. We usually watched my friend Matt’s hockey game or went bowling, then went to Friendly’s, then watched SNL at someone’s house. Yeah, we knew how to party!

The late 80s/early 90s were a great time for SNL. There were veteran cast members like Phil Hartman, Dana Carvey, Al Franken, Dennis Miller, Kevin Nealon, and Jon Lovitz who were combined with newcomers Mike Meyers, Chris Rock, Chris Farley, Adam Sandler, and Rob Schneider. There was Wayne’s World, The Chris Farley Show, The Copy Guy, Stuart Smalley, Opera Man, and awesome Weekend Updates.

There were also Deep Thoughts by Jack Handey. This one was one of my favorites.

A few of my others were:

To me, clowns aren't funny. In fact, they're kind of scary. I've

wondered where this started and I think it goes back to the time I went

to the circus, and a clown killed my dad.


Dad always thought laughter was the best medicine, which I guess is why

several of us died of tuberculosis.

If you ever fall off the Sears Tower, just go real limp, because maybe

you'll look like a dummy and people will try to catch you because, hey,

free dummy.


If a kid asks where rain comes from, I think a cute thing to tell him is

"God is crying." And if he asks why God is crying, another cute thing to

tell him is "Probably because of something you did."

What I found out while researching for this blog was that Jack Handey is a real guy! You can read more about him here and here. And I found some Deep Thoughts pages here and here. Enjoy!

Sunday, January 30, 2011

Court Summons from a Best Friend

When I was a sophomore in college, I started thinking that some of the events in my life up to that point might make for good scenes in a movie. There was my Crohn’s Disease diagnosis when I was a freshman in high school, brain cancer when I was a senior in high school, struggles with drinking, and unsuccessful attempts at wooing BC females.

Then about 9 years ago, something happened to me that would be unbelievable even in a movie. I had not been very responsible with one of my credit cards, and wasn’t able to pay back what I owed. I thought I had been making monthly payments to a debt-reduction company, but it turned out it was a fake one (see FTC statement here). So, my credit card company decided to take me to court. Out of all the law offices in Massachusetts, they chose the one that my friend worked at. And out of all the lawyers at that office, my friend Carl was the one was assigned my case. This is the letter I received from him:

I don’t know what the odds of this happening are, but I’m betting it doesn’t happen very often. When I got the letter, I immediately called Carl. The conversation went something like this:

Me: Why are you suing me?

Carl: I’m not suing you.

Me: Do you get a stack of papers that you sign without even reading them?

Carl: Yeah.

Me: Yeah, you’re suing me.

Carl: Hold on a minute.

(Carl looks up my name on the computer)

Carl: Yeah, I am suing you.

Carl says he felt bad because if he noticed the letter was for me, he might have been able to help me with it before all the suing and court stuff. I tell him that it was my own fault I was in that position anyway, and it makes for a great, unbelievable story.

Today is Carl’s birthday, and I am lucky to have him in my life. He has provided me with countless laughs, fun times, and legal help. We have been playing video game hockey ever since we met in college, and I hope that doesn’t stop for as long as we can use the controllers and see the TV screen. And I’m sure we’ll be still arguing about Extreme and Queensryche. In the Book of Dave, the Chapter of Carl will certainly be a funny one. This letter is just a peek into the hilarity and insanity that knowing Carl has given me. I look forward to sharing more “Carl Stories” in my next book. Happy Birthday buddy, I’m sorry I had to beat you in OT this weekend…

Saturday, January 29, 2011

Ice Girl Autographs, Charlie Ticket, Top of The Pru (Day in Boston)

My day started earlier than a usual Saturday for me – I had a morning Red Cross blood donation appointment at the Fleet Center (a.k.a. TD Garden) in Boston.

I met my blood donor crew at 9:00 in North Station, and we walked over to Theo’s Cozy Corner for breakfast. Theo did not disappoint – I got the “Super” which included 2 eggs, choice of meat, pancakes, toast, and coffee. I highly recommend Theo’s if you need to grab breakfast in the North Station area.

Then, it was back to The Fleet to give blood.

We had 10:30 appointments, but could tell we had some free time before our numbers were going to be called The Red Cross and Bruins had set up plenty to keep us busy. We got Ice Girl pictures and autographs, entered some drawings (no luck winning the autographed McQuaid puck), saw Blades (Bruins mascot), and then made our way back to the waiting area.




Everything went AOK with my blood donation – My iron was level 15, there was no problem finding a vein, and my pint filled up quickly.

After a quick stop at the recovery canteen (which had free ice cream), it was off for another Ice Girl picture and tour of the Bruins and Celtics locker room. Although we didn’t get much time in the tour, I was able to take a few quick shots. Apparently, the big B in the middle of the locker room is untouchable to any Bruins player so they keep it sectioned off at all times (athletes tend to have crazy superstitions).













Our post-Red Cross activity was somewhere I hadn’t been in over 10 years. We took the T to the Prudential Center for some 50th floor views of the city. I got some sweet pictures (including a snowy Fenway Park) which I will add later...

Good times in Beantown today!



Friday, January 28, 2011

Letter from Tim, Summer After Freshman Year at BC (With Annotations)

Freshman year wasn’t exactly an easy one for me. I finished my cancer treatment during that first weekend in September and was hospitalized for two weeks in the middle of September. In the second semester, I started my two-year long struggle with drinking. But, I still made and kept friends that put up with my post-cancer/drinking shenanigans and these friends were a huge part of me being able to get through that first year of college. I may have been struggling, but they laughed with me (and sometimes at me). Thanks to all those “Gonzagans” who helped me deal…

Here’s the letter typed with annotations:

Dear Spaz1,

I have no idea why you owe me $3, but I guess I’ll take it. Although I probably don’t have to worry about money much, because I have a full-time and part-time job. I’m really busy, but I’m so broke it’s not even funny, so it all works out. How’ Mickey D’s?2 Are you basically a blimp yet? If I worked there I couldn’t keep myself away from the French fry bin. You must be in heaven. Do you listen to Extreme3 while working? Or watch Boston Bruins games? Does “the doctor”4 come in a lot? Holy orgasm man.

There’s not really much going on around here. The first weekend I was back I went to my best friend’s and sister’s school/ We partied too hard – my friend hurled on the front bumper of my car and I spewed (yes, finally) in his bed. We had to throw away his sheets. Much fun. Then last weekend my parents went to Oregon to see my sister and I threw a party @ my house. It was awesome – the best part was that no one that I hated showed up (somebody that you can’t stand always comes). Plus I stayed up ‘til 4:00 AM talking to this chick that I got it bad for. Yes, we just talked. I wished we would have done more, but she’s way out of my league. It’s the story of my life5.

Well, that’s about it for here in Wisconsin. I’ve got a top ten list of my own below.

See ya,

Tim

Top ten things I miss about BC:

10. Debbie 5. “Wasn’t it yestaday?”6

9. Ji Sue 4. Godzilla Burger7

8. Emily 3. Prince of Persia8

7. Mike’s daily “shit fit” 2. Chinese Food

6. Pink Floyd – NOT! 1. Debbie (given)

Annotations:

1 – My close friends called me “Spaz” my freshman year, due to my inability to interact correctly with BC women, alcohol, and combining the two. One of my best friends now calls me “Stinky” in reference to my Crohn’s. What can I say? I call ‘em like I see ‘em and I guess I tend to hang out with people who do the same.

2 – I worked at McDonald’s the summer after my freshman year of college. It wasn’t as bad as you might think, but I stopped eating hash browns soon after.

3 – Yup, they were my favorite band then, and everyone knew it. It only took me 17 years to get a “Tragic Comic” tattoo.

4 – A reference to a BC girl I had a huge crush on

5 – Mine too, buddy. I do love how Tim said “not really much going on” and then proceeded to tell me about two apparently raging parties.

6 – Something a girl Tim had a huge crush on said with a very thick Boston accent

7 – A place we loved to go whose official name was Eagles Deli…we called it Godzilla Burger because of the item menu with the same name (a huuuge freakin’ hamburger). We also went to GB when Tim came out to visit last summer, and you can read about that here.

8 – The video game that started getting really popular when we were in college.

I wonder what current college students would think if they could only communicate with their friends during the summer via letters and the occasional long distance phone call...

Thursday, January 27, 2011

Note from Dad (August 15, 2010)

One trait my father passed on to me was the ability to get up at any hour no matter how much sleep I’ve had. The alarm goes off, I get up. I’m not one of those “Hit the snooze 10 times before getting up” people. Don’t get me wrong - I love sleeping. And if I don’t have to get up for something, I love sleeping in. But no matter how early I have to get up for whatever reason, I am in the bathroom about 15 seconds after the alarm goes off. My dad left me this note last August when we had to get up early to volunteer at a triathlon. You can read all about it and the free t-shirt I got here. We made it to the event at 6:00, and had a great time helping out all the triathletes.

Today was another day I had to get up early, but instead of helping triathletes, I was being a snowathlete. Part of my job is making sure the parking lot and walkways of Hope Lodge are clear. This winter has been the toughest one since I’ve started here, but unlike previous winters one of the HL guests has been helping me out. This morning, he started shoveling at 4:30 to make sure some other guests could get out! So if you’re having a bad day and can’t stand all this snow we’re getting, think of dealing with cancer and all of that snow at the same time. If you want to read more about this guest, you can do it here.

Thanks for handing down the getting-up-whenever superpower Dad, and thank you to every Hope Lodge guest for always reminding me what’s really important in life!

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Calvin and Hobbes from My Door in College

Like my Hockey in Heaven comic, these were both on my college door.

For some reason, I could relate to Calvin.

I thought with more snow coming, I would also include some Calvin and Hobbes winter comics. Enjoy, and be careful if you need to drive in the snow!

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Poison After Show Passes (2000, 2001)

I was running across a baseball field trying to get to the stage on time. My sister Carolyn was in the stands, and I was trying to text her as I ran to make sure she was going to be taking pictures. Bret Michaels was late, and I had to be Poison’s replacement singer until he arrived. I had no idea what songs were on the set list, but I was pretty confident that I knew the words. I was just about to run up onto the stage when I woke up. This was the dream I had last night, so I thought these passes would be a good thing to blog about…

I went to see Poison in the summers of 1999, 2000, and 2001 (I also got an after show pass for 1999, but I may have to add that scan in later if I run across it). I was trying to remember what bands opened for Bret and the boys which years, but thanks to this page, I didn’t have to guess. In 1999, I saw Ratt, Great White, and L.A. Guns. In 2000, it was Slaughter, Dokken, and Cinderella. Then in 2001, Enuff ZNuff, Quiet Riot, and Warrant opened for Poison. I know, you’re all jealous.

But, I have to thank my older siblings for getting me into these hair bands. When my older brother Jon got me started on Motley Crue and Ratt, I was a glam metal fan for life. And it was my older sister, a huge Poison fan, who made sure I got all of these after show passes. I apologize for making you even more jealous, but I got to meet Bret. And Rikki. And Bobby. And C.C. (My sister says I did one of the best C.C. impersonations ever). It had been years since I started listening to Poison when I was in junior high, but it was still really awesome meeting them in person. Thanks, Ca!

One of the many ideas I have (if money and band availability wasn’t an object) is to have something called Hairapalooza. It would be an all-day event and would have all of my favorite hair bands. My lineup would include Poison, Motley Crue, Cinderella, Skid Row, Ratt, Dokken, Enuff ZNuff, Warrant, Winger, Tora Tora, Bullet Boys, and Bon Jovi. I’m sure there are others, but those are what I just came up with. Come on. Someone can make this happen. It would be huge!

Monday, January 24, 2011

Article from BC Paper The Heights (November 7, 1994)

I was a junior in college and heading back to my apartment after class. I was glad when the BC shuttle bus stopped at the intersection right across from my apartment. Even though it wasn’t an official stop, none of us students complained to the driver. The bus was stopped at an intersection, and I assumed the light was red. It wasn’t…

When I stepped out into the street, I saw a truck (like a Ford Bronco) less than ten feet away from me. I only had time enough to think “I’m going to get hit”, and then I got hit. I remember the impact and being on the ground. I don’t remember flying through the air – a guy I knew who was a friend of a friend was across the street and saw it happen (He said I flew about 5 feet in the air about 15-20 yards).

When I was on the ambulance, the EMTs were asking me all the standard questions – what is your name, what day is it, etc. I knew what was going on, but when they asked me “Who is the president?”, for some reason I thought I would have fun with them. I knew it was Clinton, but looked at them and said, “Um, JFK, right?” They looked a little shocked, but I laughed and told them the right answer.


When I got to the hospital I tried calling my family to let them know what happened, but the ER phone only allowed you to make local 617 calls. So, I called my roommate Kevin and the conversation went something like this:

Me: Hey Kev, it’s Dave.

Kevin: Hey.

Dave: Hey, I got hit by a truck and I’m in the ER.

Kevin: Very funny.

Dave: No, I’m serious.

Kevin: Ha, ha.

And this continued until I said, “I really need you to call my mom and tell her I’m okay…”

When he finally believed me I asked him if he saw all the fire trucks and ambulances outside of our apartment. “Oh, that was you????”, he replied.

I was only in the hospital one night, and my Uncle told me “We know you have 9 lives Dave, but you need to slow down…” I returned to BC with a sling , a prescription to pain medicine, and a story I would be telling for the rest of my life. When I got out of the bus to go to class the next day, my friend of a friend looked at me like he was looking at a ghost. I said hi to him, and he just stood there with his mouth open. I laughed and asked him what was up. He said, “I saw you get hit yesterday…I thought you were dead!” I casually replied, “Nope, just a broken clavicle. I’m fine.” He got on the bus and was still shaking his head in disbelief.

One more interesting thing happened when I got hit. My friend Andy, who was thousands of miles away studying abroad in Australia, felt the impact. He had a feeling something had happened to someone in his family, and called home to make sure everything was okay. Even after his mom had assured him everything was all right and his Australian friends wanted to head out to a bar, Andy decided to stay in because he still had a bad feeling. I sent Andy a letter a couple of weeks later with a crude drawing of me getting hit on the outside of the envelope. I also included the date it happened, and suddenly Andy’s feelings of dread made sense.

Even though this was the only time I was featured in a Heights article, I did receive anonymous ink a few times in the police blotter. And for the record, I was misquoted about “the bus driver being in a tough spot” and “he shouldn’t have stopped there”. But I stand by my quote: “If anyone should be charged with anything, I should be charged with being stupid.” Someone or something was definitely looking out for me, that’s for sure.

Sunday, January 23, 2011

Hockey in Heaven (Close to Home Comic, 1993)

This was on my door my sophomore year in college. I hope you enjoy it…

In my version of hockey in heaven, everyone gets their own rink and you can play all day and night without getting tired. Oh, I also get to watch the Bruins win the Cup!

Go B’s!

Saturday, January 22, 2011

Trailer Park Boys Ticket

In 2003, my parents came back from a visit to PEI and told me there was a Canadian TV show that I “had to see” and I “was going to love”. My father had been matched with one of the show’s stars ( named Bubbles) at a celebrity golf tournament, and he and my mom started watching episodes. That show was the Trailer Park Boys, and I became an instant fan.

Tonight, the Trailer Park Boys (Bubbles, Ricky, and Julian) have a show at the Wilbur Theatre in Boston. This ticket was one of my Christmas presents, and I have been counting down the days. I’m not sure what a TPB stage show is like, but I’m betting it’s going to make me laugh a lot…

If you’ve never seen the Trailer Park Boys, here are a couple of “Rickyisms” compilations. Ricky isn’t the brightest one at the Sunnyvale trailer park, and often confuses and mixes up words.

I wore a few TPB t-shirts for my blog last year: Parental Advisory, Trailer Park Cows, and Bubbles with a Rocket. If you want to get your own TPB stuff, you can check out the official online store. I will be wearing my Sunnyvale hockey jersey to the show tonight.

Trailer Park Boys is a hilarious show, but my favorite part about it is just about every episode has the characters getting reminders about how lucky they are to have each other. They may deal with guns, drugs, and other crimes, but the boys certainly all love each other…

Friday, January 21, 2011

pop-tart postcard (1993)

First, thank you to Wendy for letting me publish this. She said it made her laugh, so that’s a good thing…

I love how on the front of the Pop-Tart card, there’s an offer for a free music cassette tape with proofs-of-purchase. Now, I’m betting you get a free mp3 download offer. Wendy, being the very creative Emerson College student that she was, intentionally blanked out the T and S in “tarts” to make it a “pop-art” postcard. But, with Smucker’s real fruit? You don’t eat these things for fruit. You eat these things when you need a sugar rush in the morning to get you going.

One of my favorite comedians, Brian Regan, has a hilarious pop-tart bit:



Wendy and I met our freshman year in college. She met my cousin at Emerson, and stayed with her over Thanksgiving break. We started hanging out after that and went ice-skating a few times – I couldn’t believe that a girl from L.A. actually knew how to skate! I thought she was unlike many of the BC girls that I had met, and at some point I wrote and sent her a poem. She made the mistake of telling me she liked it, and several other poems followed. They were obviously some of the first poems I ever wrote, because Wendy told me she only thought of me as a friend. But, we stayed friends and have stayed in touch over these 18 (ouch) years.

After seeing the postcard, Wendy told me she changed majors so many times, she doesn’t even remember having it as “Communications Disorders”. She also wishes she could still have a schedule allowing her to get home at 2 every day. I’m glad to report that Remington’s is still going strong. And Wendy, I plan to be ice-skating a lot in the coming months. I have training to do…

PS – Do you know how many freakin’ pop-tart flavors there are now? The answer is here.

Thursday, January 20, 2011

Rejection Letter from Henry Morrison Literary Agency (2000)

When I was a sophomore in college, I started writing a screenplay about what I had been through in my first 20 years of life. It started out with a narrative about the 1986 World Series, and moved on to a trip to the ER, emergency surgery, and Crohn’s Disease diagnosis in 1988. There were also scenes involving CAT-Scans, a brain tumor, and chemotherapy. Another part was about arriving as a freshman in college and finishing treatment during the first weekend. It finished with scenes of things I was struggling with the most my first two years of college: alcohol, crushes on female psychology majors, and a combination of the two.

I called it TRAGIC COMIC, wrote it all out in a notebook, but had no computer to type it out on. And for the record (I know this is unheard of now), I made it though undergrad and getting my Master’s in Education without owning a computer. Like I can say about many things in my life, thanks to Mom and Dad I got my first computer after I got my Master’s in 1999. In the fall of that year, I bought the necessary software (Scriptware)and finally started typing out my screenplay. I finished typing it in early 2000 (You can read a story about when I got pulled over speeding home to print it out here).

After I finished typing TRAGIC COMIC, I sent out a bunch of query letters to literary agencies all over the country. One of those was Henry Morrison, and this is the rejection letter they sent me:

Other rejection letters started coming back, so I decided to hang them up on my bedroom wall. In the fall of 2000 when I was living in Waltham, we had a party on Columbus Day weekend. During the party, one of my friends was sitting on my bed and began reading some of the letters. When he came to this Henry Morrison letter, he read the ending out loud and with disbelief - Something like: “We are receiving between forty and sixty queries a week? WTF?!”

Being the good friend that he was, he decided to take action. He whipped out his cell phone and (being a little too buzzed and not noticing it was on the letter) dialed information to get Henry Morrison’s number. I’m guessing the call was sometime close to midnight, so there wasn’t anyone there. Still, he decided to leave a message on my behalf. After saying something like “I’m calling for Dave McGrath who wrote TRAGIC COMIC”, he proceeded to the part about the amount of query letters Henry Morrison claimed to be receiving. The argument was “Forty to sixty queries a week? Who the f- do you think you are? Steven Spielberg?” Wouldn’t you guess it? I never heard back from Henry Morrison. I’m hoping at least they had a laugh that Monday morning. I’m just glad that I took a picture of my friend making the call:

Some people ask me why I would keep these rejection letters on my wall. To me, they just are just fuel to never giving up no matter what. TRAGIC COMIC may have not landed me an agent in 2000, but I haven’t stopped writing scripts. And this letter is reminding me that it’s about time that I give the TC story another rewrite and update. This time, I can include five more scripts I’ve written in my queries to agencies…

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

Worcester Telegram Article About Danny Manning, Jr. (1994)

My aunt sent this to me in 1994 when I was starting my job as a camp counselor in Maine. It was great news to me back then, but now it’s a little tough for me to read.

I knew Danny because we both went to Saint John’s in Shrewsbury, MA. We weren’t in many classes together, but were in the same homeroom for all four years. When he was diagnosed with cancer in 1993, I went to visit him in the hospital. I gave him the cross (see article) a priest had given me when I had cancer, hoping it would help bring him the same results as it had brought me. I also told Danny that when I was sick, I tried to keep laughing as much as I could by watching funny movies and Comedy Central. It was a great visit, and he seemed confident that he was going to beat his cancer.

About a year later, Danny lost his battle. His transplant had been a success and he was only days away from going home, but he caught an infection that his treatment-worn body just couldn’t fight. When I got the news, I felt sad, angry, and guilty. I wondered if there was anything more I could have said or done to help him. I knew I could have visited Danny more, but at the time I didn’t want to seem like I was butting in. I asked myself why I made it through and he didn’t. It was my first taste of something that I still sometimes struggle with: Survivor’s Guilt.

When Danny passed away, I was a junior in college and had a drinking problem. My way of dealing with Survivor’s Guilt was to drink more. Guess what? I didn’t help; it only made me feel worse. Now, I haven’t had a drink in almost 16 years and I have discovered weapons that help me fight the Survivor’s Guilt.

The biggest anti-SG weapon I have is my job. I get paid to help cancer patients deal with their battles every night at Hope Lodge. This comes in forms like watching funny movies, sharing my cancer story, or just listening to guests tell me about their day. I really believe Danny somehow helped me find this job at Hope Lodge.

My other weapons are writing and taking some sort of action to fight back against cancer. I write about my cancer story, the people I know who have been affected by cancer, and ways others can help fight cancer. I participate in fundraisers and am in the middle of creating Skating for Hope event to benefit Hope Lodge.

Danny may be gone, but I want to make sure he’s never forgotten. I found a more detailed article about Danny’s story here, and you can read more about the history of UMass’ Walk to Cure Cancer here.

If you’d like to do something to help, you can donate to the Our Danny Cancer Fund here. You can also register to be a possible bone marrow donor here – all it takes is a cotton swab in your mouth.

Thanks for all the inspiration, Danny. You help me want to make the most of my life…

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

Notes from a Psychic in Salem

It was October of 2003, and I had never been to Salem. So, I went. I did the usual “hot spots” like the Witch Museum (see sticker), and also went to see a psychic. She asked me for my birthday and birth time, and looked that up in some big book. I don’t remember if she used tarot cards or not, but she seemed to know a lot about me. And I remember thinking a few times that there was no way she could have known or guessed some of the things she told me. When she was done, she handed me these notes:

The move to California hasn’t happened yet, but even when I sell my first screenplay I would predict moving to NYC would happen before the San Fran area. We shall see…

I’m finally going to check out the books she recommended, The Wisdom of Florence Scovel Shinn and The Abundance Book. I’ll let you know how they work out.

The debt was no news to me, and I don’t think she had time to run a credit check on me. I didn’t care about money then, and I don’t care about it now. The first screenplay and/or major book deal I get will take care of that though. Again, I’ll let you know how those work out.

The “Release Her” part ended up being a little more difficult than I thought. That previous summer, I was engaged. Without going into the details, I’ll just say it didn’t work out. Although having awesome family and friends there to support me (including what we now refer to as “Dave’s Moving Away But He Didn’t Party”), I think what helped me the most was really believing that if things are meant to be, they will be. And even though it may take time to realize, everything does happen for a reason. This failed relationship eventually led me to writing and publishing my first book, E-lationship.

And without asking her about writing, this psychic told me writing was “critical”. That made me happy, but I wish she had more details on what direction she thought my writing should go. I guess it’s finally time to get that tell-all autobiography finished. I hope the world is ready…

Monday, January 17, 2011

Bruins Tickets (Part I)

Yes, I love hockey. I love the Bruins. And I love going to see the Bruins play. These are just 10 of the tickets for games I’ve been to over the past few years, but it’s a start. I’d go to more if I could afford it…

Looking these games up, I can safely say that the Bruins do well when I am there. I know a lot of fans like to think that they influence whether the B’s win or not, but these tickets are my proof.

In these ten games, the Bruins only lost one in regulation. They lost one more in a shootout, but won every other game.

The beat the Hurricanes today 7-0 (box score)

On December 7, 2010 they beat the Sabres 3-2 (box score) – see my t-shirt blog for that here

They beat the Capitals in the home opener 4-1 (box score) – see my t-shirt blog for that here

November 10, 2009 was a 3-0 win over Pittsburgh (box score)

They lost to the Canucks in a shootout 3-2 on February 6 (box score) – see my t-shirt blog for that here

The B’s shutout the Flames 5-0 on March 27, 2010 (box score) – see t-shirt blog for that here


On April 4, 2009 I got to see the Bruins shutout the Rangers 1-0 (box score) – That game featured Sean Avery hitting Tim Thomas in the head with his stick (see video below)

On March 31, 2009 my dad took me for my birthday – it was another Bruins win, 3-1 over Tampa Bay (box score)

I saw the B’s beat the Panthers 4-2 on November 21, 2008 (box score)

And the Bruins/Sabres game on April 5, 2008 was the only regulation loss (3-0) from these tickets (box score)

So there you have it, Bruins. If you want to win, you should make sure I’m at the game. I don’t care where my seat is, just get me into the building. Let’s make this the Year of the Bruin!

Sunday, January 16, 2011

Poem Given to Me, 2005

Although I’ve published about 300 poems, this isn’t one of mine. This one was given to me about six years ago from a young woman I was dating.

Inspiration has always been a weird thing to me. I don’t control who or what inspires me, and usually don’t keep that inspiration to myself.

Some celebrities that inspire me are Denis Leary, Jon Stewart, Eddie Vedder, and Cam Neely. I listen to them, watch them, admire them, spend my time and money on them, and defend them if someone dares badmouth them in my presence. Their work has helped me get through some difficult times. These men have made me laugh, think, and try to be a better person.

There is a new Denis Leary stand-up on Comedy Central tonight, and of course, I have to see it right away. And of course, all the proceeds from it are going to the Leary Firefighter Foundation. Since he began it in 2000, the LFF has raised $10 million to help firefighters be better prepared for their difficult jobs. Pretty f’n amazing, Denis.

I am lucky to also have a lot of family and friends that inspire me. My parents have provided for me and supported me far and above what their titles call for. My brothers and sisters have been there for me through my Crohn’s, cancer, and drinking. Their talents in various fields (parenting, writing, art, history, acting, wiffle ball, computers, politics) have also been an inspiration to me over the years. I have friends that have given me free legal advice and actions, free laptops and iPhones, and have supported my writing, Hope Lodge fundraising, and crazy ideas like my t-shirt blog.

And yes, there have been women that have inspired me. They have inspired me to write, to keep being silly, and to be a better person. Some I didn’t date for long and some ended up being relationships. A few are still my friends, some are Facebook friends, and some aren’t in my life at all. But I am thankful for knowing them, writing about them, and learning from them.

I am also inspired now by the woman who currently calls me her boyfriend. She makes me laugh, write, and reach for my dreams. She supports my goals and ideas and she isn’t afraid to give me advice. Her ideal world is similar to mine. She was cool when I asked her about posting this scan, and doesn’t let anything I wrote years ago bother her. She makes me happy, and I’m glad she’s in my life…