Let It Go

I have a great-niece named Isabella. She's adorable and loves Disney princesses.

Unbeknownst to me, the new Frozen II comes out on Nov 22, which happens to be my birthday.

Isabella wants me to go see Frozen II with her on my birthday. Full disclosure: I've never seen Frozen.

But, I feel like I need to "Let it Go" anyway.

I'm struggling to get yesterday out of my head. The best thing for anyone is to get back to business the next day after an emotional day. Get back on the bicycle. Reach a happy place. Just move on.

Let it go.

Instead, it's a rainy, disgusting day and I've got terrible football games on TV. I hate to admit it, but that's serving as background noise.

I find myself thinking about Halloween on this gloomy day, given that costumes disguise who we really are.

"We all have a face that we hide away forever and we take them out and show ourselves when everyone has gone." -- Billy Joel

Yes. Yes, indeed.

Again, let it go.

New York Rangers fans think Doc Emrick dumped on them on national broadcasts because he was the "voice" of the New Jersey Devils for years.

Even Vin Scully -- yes, seriously -- got the wrath of San Francisco Giants fans especially because Vin was the Dodgers broadcaster.

But a professional is a professional, right?

Let it go.

I turned off the NFL. I still love the sport of football and, in some ways, still love the NFL. But these games didn't do it for me, including watching the Patriots and the Browns. So I told Alexa to play some Background Baseball. Game 4 of the 1948 World Series it is. The Braves (then of Boston) and the Indians (always of Cleveland). Larry Doby has just hit the first home run of the series.

In Game 4. A game that took 91 minutes to play, with 81,897 in attendance.

I'll still watch the Steelers tomorrow night as they play the Dolphins. Those were the first two football teams of my life.

That 1948 World Series was the last won by the Wahoos of Lake Erie. Mike Hirn has been so close to a title.

Hirn, a good friend. Like Chris Erway. Like Susan.

I'm blessed with great, true friends. Too many to name.

Few have my back more than Susan. That matters.

Let it go.

I called 29 events last fall. Right now, I'm struggling to get to 20. There's no fault necessarily. It's a matter of the market and the calendar and the budget.

And it hurts my wallet. Badly.

Let it go.

Speaking of Susan, her Tales From the Graveyard series makes for fine Halloween reading (or any time you want some part scary, part messed-up stuff). Find it on Amazon.

Don't let that one go.