This has been an emotional year for me; particularly as of late. I am blessed that I am okay to continue to do the things I love: run after my precious ing; film my talented friends; photograph my beautiful wife; hang with my friends.

I was with friends while I watched the historic Game 6 comeback.....only to setup a Championship win for the ages, and the most memorable World Series I'll probably ever see.

In ten years, we'll watch the movie; and tell our kids we caught that game; watched it live; stood at the parking garage across the stadium; texted our friends during the stretch; and possibly shed a tear as Carpenter constructed a thank you speech while his daughter cheered from his shoulders.

But to go through so many emotions these past few weeks, and then to ride the roller coaster with a team I grew up watching. Not that I'm a die hard fan - but that it came at a time that I needed something to get me back. During what is usually a magical time for me anyway, without post-season baseball. A time I'm usually focused on my next pumpkin carving challenge while listening to Jack Skellington sing me to Halloween Town. Or photographing the trees change; swearing this is the prettiest season ever.

But this Fall, I was back to Sports Derek; back because I have missed it. Whether it's because I'm not playing in my usual "Fall Men's Recreational Basketball League"; or because I'm not watching pre-season basketball on TNT --- being one of the few guys in his late-20's still an NBA fan. I thank Jordan for this: passing to Kerr for the game winner in '97. But luckily, I had the red birds to grab hold to tonight.

When almost 13 days prior, I found myself with nothing to grab hold to ------------- ----------- as I desperately tried to fight momentum before hitting the pavement.

I got thrown out of a truck while filming a cycling documentary and for ten agonizing seconds, I thought I might never get to compete again. Never enjoy the camaraderie on the hardwood with the guys, or worst - run after Ing or Liv. But God saved me again that Sunday afternoon.

So tonight I threw in some seeds, threw on my 59-fifty; with the 7 3/8 Cards hat fitting snugly around my healing, now staple-free head -- and I enjoyed a night of baseball; and so much more.