Turns out, 15 years ago the Hartford Whalers blazed a trail that you're just now following. Today it's your turn to put Connecticut in the rearview mirror and head south, to the Carolinas.
Today, the trip begins. An 850-mile trip, measured truly, though we know it's been a much longer journey than that. One, I hope, that leads you to immeasurable happiness.
|You won't have to dress like this any longer. Lucky you!|
I hope you're excited. I'm excited for you.
I hope you're proud. I'm proud of you.
You've made headway, going from feeling blue in a blue state to prepping for red-letter days in a red state. I'm green with envy.
Speaking of green, may the grass be greener where the Palmettos grow. It should be — the sun shines brighter and hotter there than it does here in cold, gray Connecticut.
If an omnipotent being had knocked on my door yesterday and offered me one of the following, which do you think I would have chosen?
a. Jennifer Love Hewitt
b. A happy, fulfilled brother with an overwhelming joie de vivre
c. A first-ever College World Series title for a certain orange-and-blue university
The answer, a no-brainer, can be found in this clip:
It's difficult to see you go, though I know it's for the best. It may seem like a strange cup of tea, but if it's what's right for you, then it's all right with me. Of course, I'll miss you the way Andre Drummond misses free throws. Yes, that terribly.
I wish you nothing but the best, bro. You deserve to have fortune and fate smile upon you. It's your time.
If you ever need me, you call me ... maybe. Sorry. I had Carly Rae Jepsen (and your long-ago encounter with Big Dave) on the brain.
It's time to let you go. One last hug before I bid you adieu:
Give my best to the Ol' Ball Coach.
Note to readers: Yes, I know this post has nothing to do with editing. My blog, my rules!