OK, I am 57, and it has been a long time since I felt that emotional choke-up the way I felt when they showed Gibbs on the sidelines, exactly the same and exactly right, except, as somebody mentioned, for the color of the hat. Bring back the old red ones.
(Of course, to put the in real-world perspective, it does not compare to seeing my kids born, or walking down lower Broadway a few weeks after they WTC was blown up. Or seeing the smoke that day, pouring above the Hudson County ridge, right where I would look and expect to see the Towers...but the wonderful thing about sport is that is is an artificial life. There are rules, somebody wins, somebody loses, everyone goes home, and plays again next week. If we're in the game, we play like it is our life, but then the game is over, and we step back into an uglier reality. OK, if a baseball commissioner can write about the "philosophy" of the diamond sport, I can sling some words. And I will stop right here!

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