Bruce, Clarence and Matsui

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Man, I tell you, this grief is a violently nasty thing to deal with - even eight months later.

Yesterday afternoon I settled in to watch the Bills - quickly lost interest, thought about a nap, and instead grabbed the new autobiography by Clarence Clemons of the E Street Band. For the next ten minutes or so I was thoroughly entertained by a story that happened during the '08 tour.

To know the complete story you might have to read Clarence's book or call me to ask about it, but the short version had Bruce, Clarence and Hideki Matsui sharing a ride from Boston to New York.

It was a funny tale about three of my heroes, so naturally, I wanted to share it...

And I tried to share it - I told it to my brother Jim. I relayed it to my wife. I tried to call my sister...

And it dawned on me that I wasn't going to get the reaction I was looking for. I wouldn't be able to get the one reaction that I clearly needed - that of Jeff.

And it crippled me - it is still crippling me right now.

My first impulse is to drink. Anyone want to help with that?

My second impulse is to suck it up and tough it out. Need help there too.

I went back to the Bills game and watched TO throw a fit because he can't get the ball. I wanted to tell him something about life and acting like a human being. I shut it down. Spoiled bastards.

So here I sit.

Still trying hard to get through this little episode, but just know that if Bruce, Clarence and Matsui end up ordering a pizza from you, you'll get one hell of a tip.

Comments

Carrie Lynn Fazzolari said…
Send the book my way when you're finished with it. Sorry I didn't get to the phone, and wish so badly you could have gotten the real response you needed. Hang in there Cliffy.
16 November, 2009
CorLeone said…
Didn't you get a slice of pizza texted to you...right about that time?...just a thought....hmmm
16 November, 2009
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