Yesterday the weather was sublime. It was 80 degrees, sunny, and a cool breeze was softly rolling down the beach. At least that's what my family told me. I spent the majority of the day inside watching the new "Pound Our Chest" Jets regress into what I remembered them best as, the "Same Ol Jets." I paced nervously around my Mother in Law's Boca condo overlooking the Atlantic for the better part of 5 hours wearing an over-sized and ridiculous Shonn Greene jersey hoping, praying for victory.
59 pass attempts, 99 yards, and a QB who couldn't get off number 60 without costing his team the season later, I took the elevator down 12 flights and made my way to Isabella. As the sun melted into the horizon I took my beloved, nearly 4 month old daughter in my arms and placed her feet in the incoming tide. It was our first dip in the ocean together and by the time the first wave rolled over her toes to make its way back into the aqua tinted waters I immediately began thinking in Orange and Blue.
Its Christmas morning and I woke up cold, pale, very much still looking like New York. It was 5:30 when Isabella began to stir. My wife and I usually let her fall back to sleep, mostly for our benefit, but I was as anxious as she was to get up. "It's Christmas day today Izzy, do you know what that means?" I asked her, as she smiled at the sound of my voice. "Knicks Celtics at Noon!" We stood on the balcony as the orange sun rose to light the sky blue. "Ah, Orange and Blue Izzy, you see that," I whispered as she began to squint toward the rising sun. "You're down with the Orange and Blue". In a matter of 12 hours the sun set on one season, and rose on another; both taking place with my daughter in my arms. As a father first, and a maniacal fan second, I couldn't have asked for a better gift this year during the holidays: Perspective.
Merry Christmas to you all.
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