I meant to link to this yesterday but real life got in the way….but it’s the best thing you will read today.
My best friend when I first came up was Ed Lynch, and they traded him to the Cubs during the ’86 season, which he always equates to waking up on Christmas morning and going downstairs and it’s not your family. So that was the light-bulb moment for me, when I went, Oh, I get it. I’m not going to be real friends. I’ll be baseball friends, I’ll be “let’s go have a beer” friends, but I’m not investing myself in friendships here because you’re just going to be disappointed over and over.
