Soto, Dybantsa, and South Bend: Oh My! 

    If you don't know, I like some sports. I like me some sports, and players, and teams. 

    So, before my Christmas letter that I am inspired to write, I must comment.

    Juan Soto, one of my favorite players and perhaps one of the best of all time, just signed 15 years with the Mets. Fifteen years? I think that will be till 2040. I will be old then, if still alive... Juan, the Truth, (as I call him), will be older too! And very wealthy. 765 million? Is that about right? Of course, 7.65 million (no, I meant .765 billion) will be less worth by then. So, not that impressive, really. I might be worth a million by then, if I am still alive. Who knows? Go Nats! My buddy at work from New York City should be happy... If the Nats are not winning, maybe the Mets are okay. Or the Padres. Just not the same old guys... Dodgers, Braves, or even the Yanks and Red Sox. Or Astros... We want new guys to win the Fall Classic. 

    Then there is D.J. Dybantsa, from Boston. Did I spell that right? He committed to my alma mater and beloved Brigham Young University Cougars men basketball team. Oh, is A.J. AJ! 

    We can Richie Saunders, maybe the Bosnian or Serbian back, likely not Egor Demon, who knows, but Dallin Hall and a few others. Keita, and that Xavier guy and a few others. We can be ballin'! The new Duke of the West, as I told some folks at work. Others asked me if we had a good NIL deal. I think so.

    And then there was... What was I thinking about?

    Oh, yeah. IU Hoosiers in two Fridays in northern Indiana. Should be a grand time!

    College Football Playoff! Whoo hoo!

    Great time to be in a darker time of year. And to have some good sports and other stuff to celebrate.

    Peace here, Luigi Mangione is facing justice, and maybe health companies will treat some folks better.

        The real world continues.

    NEXT UP: the Christmas letter. 2024.