Big Blue Sky

Matt is 19 years old today.

And the sun is shining bright.

The Sabres are gonna' win the cup next June.

The Bills will win the Super Bowl in February.

All of that will have to wait, of course, until the Oakland A's shock the world with their World Series title in October.

He's been consistent.

And it's funny because coincidentally I leafed through a bunch of stuff yesterday and found a lot of things I wrote back when I was twenty years old.

You aren't going to see much of it.

Because it's short-sighted, and it's filled with pie-in-the-sky dreams, and earth-shattering drama.

And that's okay because the world was stretched out before me, as it is for Matt right now, and it's not really fair to peak ahead.

Life needs to be lived.

And Matt has lived a remarkable one thus far. A good kid with crazy, wild dreams that most likely won't come true.

Because the A's suck.

The Sabres won't ever win.

And neither will the Bills.

But he has the secret of living down.

He's still dreaming.

And years and years from now, with a couple of lazy slobs sleeping in his beds below, and a wife asking him to do this or that he'll realize something very special.

You don't need every single dream to come true.

Just the important ones.

You have to believe in the blue sky above.

Happy Birthday, buddy.

The Yankees are gonna' sweep the A's this weekend.

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