I’m usually not into superstition (outside of sports, that is–case in point, my first FSU jersey did not get washed during my entire undergraduate career–gross, yes, but they didn’t lose a single game in four years when I was in Doak wearing that jersey [15 [Read more…]

Chapter 1» | Chapter 2» | Chapter 3» | Chapter 4» | Chapter 5» [ Chapter 5 ] Thursday / December 20, 2007 In the time it took for me to return to my apartment from the police precinct, news of Boston’s now infamous “Santa Slugger” had slipped beyond the borders of Beantown, [Read more…]

Chapter 1» | Chapter 2» | Chapter 3» | Chapter 4» | Chapter 5» [ Chapter 4 ] Thursday / December 20, 2007 What my mother didn’t know when I hung up on her, was that our little conversation would actually wind up being the catalyst for my Christmas homecoming debacle. The guilt [Read more…]

Chapter 1» | Chapter 2» | Chapter 3» | Chapter 4» | Chapter 5» [ Chapter 3 ] Thursday / December 20, 2007 So now that we’ve got that out of the way, let’s move on to the second beginning of my story—the day I was assaulted by Santa Claus. One of my [Read more…]