Patrick Started Running After The Sunset. And

Not Everyone Has A Sob Story, Charlie, And Even If They Do, It's No Excuse.

Maybe These Are My Glory Days, And I'm Not Ever Realizing It Because They Involve A Ball.

I Didn't Feel Like Reading That Night, So I Went Downstairs And Watched A Half-hour Long Commercial That Advertised An Exercise Machine. They Kept Flashing A 1-800 Number, So I Called It. The Woman Who Picked Up The Other End Of The Phone Was Named Michelle. And I Told Michelle That I Was A Kid And Did Not Need An Exercise Machine, But I Hoped She Was Having A Good Night. That's When Michelle Hung Up On Me. And I Didn't Mind A Bit.

It's Kind Of Like When You Look At Yourself In The Mirror And You Say Your Name. And It Gets To A Point Where None Of It Seems Real.

I Look At The Field, And I Think About The Boy Who Just Made The Touchdown. I Think That These Are The Glory Days For That Boy, And This Moment Will Just Be Another Story Someday Because All The People Who Make Touchdowns And Home Runs Will Become Somebody's Dad. And When His Children Look At His Yearbook Photograph, They Will Think That Their Dad Was Rugged And Handsome And Looked A Lot Happier Than They Are. I Just Hope I Remember To Tell My Kids That They Are As Happy As I Look In My Old Photographs. And I Hope That They Believe Me.