I ran into a friend of mine on Broad last night who said, “This is the best night of my life. And I’ve been married and had a daughter.” I cried shortly before I went to bed at 5 a.m. and I cried a little again a few minutes ago reading about Charlie, and I’ll probably cry again during the parade. I know I’m not from here originally, but I have been a sports fan since I was 5 years old, and have never gotten to be a part of anything like this either. This is exalting. The raging hangover I have will go away. The night I had last night will not. And the parade is going to be magnificent. More to come.
