All I gotta say is this: Giants have eight NFL Titles (four pre-1970 AFL-NFL merger NFL Championships; four Super Bowl Titles); Jets have only one: Super Bowl III. And I don't even have a dog in the fight.
He was. He was my role model; my hero. The man I could look to and say to someone else, "see what he's doing? That's how it's done." He set an incredibly high bar for my brothers and me to reach.
I just hope I end up being even a quarter of the man he was, because if that ends up being the case, I'll be doing something right.
One year ago today, my dad passed away. I can't believe it's been a year. It feels like it happened yesterday.
Today is gonna suck. (And yes, I'm allowed to change my mind and make a thread on here about it.)
It's all in the power of the mind. Also, I was on a real '60s kick my sophomore year in high school. That probably had something to do with it as well.
No. Just gonna mope around and be depressed. Tomorrow's the one year anniversary of my dad's death. (No, I'm not gonna make a thread, you assholes. You'll just make fun of me for it.)
Don't get me wrong. I love Sriracha. But I don't want it all the time, and I certainly don't want it as an optional flavor of ice cream, snow cone, slush, soda, or frozen yogurt.