Samantha at 9 months, the morning of the Chiefs’ dramatic Sunday night win over the Broncos.
It happened again.
(I say ‘again’ because as you may remember, I wrote to you when you were a mere 6 3/4 months old about a comeback win by my beloved Red Sox. They overcame enormous odds as they were one out away from defeat (5-2) by that ‘Evil Empire’ – the Yunkees – in the bottom of the ninth. Then, when most people had assumed the game was all but over, they rallied and won 7-5. See Dear Samantha.)
Last night in Denver it wasn’t baseball. It was football, which just happens to be your dad’s ‘life.’