From the Surfside

Football is back, which means it’s time for another year of Fantasy Football for men and women all over the world. If you’re like me, there’s a good chance you haven’t heard of half of the top-ranked offensive players in this years draft. But that’s what makes Fantasy Football so great...we can all be posers. I am a very mid-interest football fan, meaning, if you take away the food and the beer and the cool merchandise, there’s a good chance I wouldn’t watch half as many games as I do. Not that I don’t enjoy watching football. It’s just that, when it becomes an event with food and beverages, and beverages and food, it gets a lot easier to waste away four hours in the middle of your Sunday without feeling much guilt. Especially when doing so means foregoing outdoor activities during some of New England’s peak fall weather (I’ve been known to move the TV to the backyard on occasion). For that, I need to turn every Sunday into a mini Super Bowl if I’m going to invest the day. Whe

My wife, Jennifer, started a new job this week and got lost on her commute to work this morning. She had driven to work every day this week but on Friday, being a cool, sunny morning with hints of a New England fall in the air, she decided to walk.  We live 1.2 miles from her place of employment in a town we’ve lived in for 13 years and she got fucking lost walking to work.  Last year when they opened up a new bike path near our home that leads directly to my office, I decided it might be fun to ride my bike to work some mornings. So you know what I did? A test run. That’s right. One Saturday morning, I hopped on my bike to do a test run on the route that I would be taking to work the days I decided to ride. A test run is a beautiful thing. It allows you to make mistakes along the way like perhaps, make a wrong turn. Maybe discover an unexpected obstacle along the way. And most importantly, once you figure out the proper route, it allows you to time it. And t