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A movie moment

I’ve never been a basketball fan, but these days, in Boston, it’s hard not to get into the winning ways of our sports teams. So, I have found myself watching and enjoying this playoff run for the Celtics, and starting to see what people like about the game. And one of the things that I have found so great, as in baseball, has been the way that the home crowd seems to have a tangible effect on the game. When they’re into it, it’s almost as if they can will the players to be better. Still, I don’t think I have the mental or physical capacity to get into another sport, especially now that the Bruins look like they’ll be interesting again next season.

Anyway, regardless of whether this basketball thing works out, last night’s game will stay with me. I only watched the second half, but I’m glad I did, because I’ve never seen anything like what happened with Paul Pierce. Apparently his first half was pretty lackluster, at least if you judge by the three points he scored, but he broke out of the gate in the third quarter and within 45 seconds had scored five more. He was on fire. Then, a few minutes later, he was hit by his own teammate, fell to the ground, and didn’t get up. Watching him on the floor, clearly in great pain, and then having to be carried off the court and put in a wheelchair, you could feel the crowd fall out of the game immediately. You could almost see the giant question mark hanging over the court.

Happily, this only lasted about two minutes, because, without warning, Pierce came through the tunnel, knee taped up but walking on his own, and the crowd went wild, louder than ever before. Then he came back on the court and played like a man who wanted to single-handedly lead his team to victory, at one point hitting two three-pointers in a row, within about 20 seconds, to give the Celtics a four-point lead. Damn, it was better than any Disney movie could have done it.

That was a defining moment. I don’t know if he’ll be able to walk today, but he’s still gotta feel pretty good about last night.

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Bryan and Stacey get hitched

I’m not putting these pictures up in any particular order, but it made sense to do the photos from the actual wedding next, since it was the reason we were in Europe to begin with. The ceremony and reception were at the Villa Arnaga, in Cambo-les-Bains. The villa was the home of Edmond Rostand, who wrote the play, Cyrano de Bergerac. It was a gorgeous location, and though the rain forced the ceremony itself indoors, it stopped in time for the reception.

The food was amazing, from the finger foods immediately after the wedding to the meal and desserts. Among the highlights was the croquembouche, a profiterole cone that is a traditional French alternative to the wedding cake.

And it goes without saying that the Bryan and Stacey looked fantastic.

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The European vacation, as seen by Sammy

We’re back from Biarritz and London, and while it’s going to take a while to post all the good pictures, I thought I’d start with a manageable collection —the pictures that Sammy took.  The first few were on the Nikon, and when we saw how much he enjoyed it, we just gave him the little Canon to use whenever we were out and about.  He seems to have a fascination with feet, but overall, I was very impressed.  He has a good eye for composition, and it’s great to finally have pictures of the two of us!

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Impeccable logic

Sammy and I are driving home last night, past the Japanese restaurant we all like, when I start to hear some whining from the back seat.

“I want sushi.  Sushi is the only thing that will make me feel better.”

“Feel better?  What’s wrong?” I ask.  “Why do you feel bad?”

“I feel bad,” he says, “because it’s been so long since I’ve had sushi.”

What kind of five-year-old comes up with logic like that?

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Lake Midvale

Woke up this morning to find that our back yard is a frozen lake.  Not what we wanted to see, but maybe now would be a good time to teach Sammy how to skate.

I guess we’ll have to add drainage work to the list of projects.

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Ken Tremendous Comes Out of Hiding

Fire Joe Morgan, one of my favorite places on the web, has long been a closed forum, run by a group of anonymous sports/baseball/Red Sox fans. It’s still closed, but as of Tuesday the editors have decided to be anonymous no longer. The most prolific (and in my mind, the best) writer of the bunch, Ken Tremendous, is apparently Michael Schur, a writer and producer for The Office, and formerly a writer for Saturday Night Live. I’ve learned that he’s married to Regis Philbin’s daughter (also a writer for Saturday Night Live and The O.C.), did really, really well at Harvard, and before that went to Hall High School in West Hartford. Who knows, my mom might have taught him career education when he was a kid, sending him on the path to fame and fortune.

So, there you go. I guess it shouldn’t surprise me that he’s a professional (and highly successful) comedy writer, since his posts are so damn funny.

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Our House, in the Middle of our Street

Well, it’s a done deal. We’ve joined the ranks of homeowners. We had, I think, the most productive day we’ve ever had. We bought a house, signed Sammy up for Kindergarten, and set up our cable/internet/phone service. Of all the day’s activities, it was the last one that took the longest and was the most confusing.

In all seriousness, this whole house thing was remarkable. We ended up buying the first house that we were really smitten with (even though we dated some others before we proposed), and the whole process was smoother than we could have imagined. We took it as a good omen that today was such a beautiful day — sunny and close to 70 degrees! The only thing that marred the closing was getting a parking ticket in Brookline, which only reaffirms our decision to buy in Boston.

Now the hard work really begins.

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Disney(land)

Kit and SammyWe’re back from sunny CA, a little tired, and a little sad that it’s so cold here. Fun trip, with lots of family, friends, and adventures. We flew out on Christmas morning, got there in time for lunch and presents with the grandparents, then dinner in Saugus (not that Saugus, the other one). Turkey AND lasagna. Out of six nights in LA, Sammy fell asleep somewhere other than his bed on four of them. The highlight was a trip to Disneyland, for which we kidnapped our godson. Kit was a joy, and he and Sammy made quite a pair.

We flew back on New Year’s Eve, missing the turn of the new year somewhere over the western states. Got home in time to take a nap and then watch the Rose Parade. Now it’s back to work, and it’s supposed to be a high of 16 degrees tomorrow. Lovely.

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Scary Mary, Not So Scary Jack

Marisa just showed us this:

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Reminded me of this, which I hadn’t seen in a while:

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Awesome.

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Sammy’s 5th Birthday

Sammy turned five on Saturday. Hard to believe, but it’s true. This year, he asked for a pool party at the YMCA, so we went with a Hawaiian theme. A bunch of his friends came, and everybody got to splash around in the water for an hour before heading over to the aerobics room for pizza and cake. A cake, I must say, that was the most amazing cake I’ve ever seen. Party Favors in Brookline, if anyone ever needs to get a great cake. We wanted to get one in the shape of a surfboard, which they offered to do, but custom shapes don’t come cheap. The more affordable option included white chocolate surfboards and crustaceans, sculpted fish and a palm tree, and the most realistic surf I’ve ever seen on cake frosting. It was a work of art.

Special thanks to Jesse for being in charge of the camera.