Worthless and Weak

I kinda feel like a jerk. Through being kinda persistant in asking (even though I promised that I would let the issue drop), I got a friend to tell me a secret, which they didn't want to tell me. And, well, they say they don't really care that I know it, but I just feel that I should have been a better friend. Oh well, whats done is done.

Well, on to other matters. I haven't talked much about the Red Sox after their loss to the Yankees. I could use this space here to complain about the curse, or Grady Little, or whatever, but I won't. I've learned that if you want to get through life, you've got to concentrate on the positive. I really thought that we had something specail, that this would be the one, that this time it was going to happen. It didn't. It wasn't meant to be. But that doesn't mean that I didn't have lots of fun though, and it doesn't mean that I won't remember Trot Nixon's grand slam at Philadelphia, or Jonny Damon's three hits in one inning, or Bill Mueller's two grand slam game, or the heroic game 6 come from behind victory in game 6 of the ALCS, or what was perhaps the greatest block of the plate ever, courtesy of Jason Varitek, in a playoff game facing elimination. Or Derek Lowe's relief appearance in game 5 of the ALDS. Well, I guess what I'm saying is that you've got to look at what you've got, not at what you miss. Sure, nobody can walk away from a painful defeat without feeling bad for a while, and I did. But, you've got to carry on, put your best foot forward, and know that not only do you have memory's, you've got next year too.