That my kids are healthy, happy, love the Red Sox and already understand the infield fly rule. And that while my mental health is always in question, I have yet to keel over from a booze and smoked meats-fueled coronary. We can ask no more from life.

That five years ago, Theo Epstein flew his righteous, guitar-playin’ ass to La Casa De Schilling for the single most important Thanksgiving dinner ever.

Hellboy 2: The Golden Army. Pound for pound, the best comic book-to-film adaptation ever. Ever. Yeah, I know about The Dark Knight. I stand by my choice.

Heidi and Amalie. Amalie and Heidi. Heidamalie. Amaidi. Whatever. Give me two scoops of that and something extra for the ride home.

That my Dad was sitting next to me at my very first Sox game (vs. the Indians, some time in 1979), and the very best Fenway game I’ve ever attended (the 2003 ALDS, game three, about one section over from where Trot’s home run landed).

The scene where Jessica Biel changes out of her wet clothes in front of Adam Sandler in I Now Pronounce You Chuck and Larry.

The 2003 playoffs for making me stronger, the 2004 playoffs for making me believe in miracles, and the 2007 playoffs for giving me the chance to truly appreciate the majesty of the moment.

That Don Zimmer charged Pedro Martinez and I was alive to see it happen.

Lester’s no-hitter, Lowe’s no-hitter, Nomo’s no-hitter, Papelbon’s glove toss, Bellhorn’s dinger off Pesky’s Pole, Damon’s grand slam off Vasquez, The Steal, The Walk, The bloody sock, Mueller winning the “smell the glove” game, Manny’s three-run homer on his first pitch at Fenway in a Red Sox uniform, Pedro in the 1999 All Star Game, Ortiz’s walk off in game four of the ALCS, Pokey’s inside-the-park job, Millar saying “don’t let us win tonight,” and McCarty explaining that “just because something has never been done, doesn’t mean it can’t be done.” Oh, and that crazed hobo look on Leskanic’s face as he cranked out the “turf angels” in St. Louis.

The Killers’ Sam’s Town, U2’s All That You Can’t Leave Behind, Squeeze’s Argybargy, Van Halen I, Tom Waits’ Closing Time, Buffalo Tom’s Smitten, Relient K’s Five Score and Seven Years Ago, Fountains of Wayne’s debut disc, Weezer’s Make Believe, and Guns n’ Roses’ Appetite for Destruction.

Everyone who stops by this lovely mess of a site each day, either to leave a comment or just gaze upon the insanity as it rolls by. Denton and I started Surviving Grady as a bit of therapy after the train wreck of the 2003 ALCS. And we’re happy that so many incredibly awesome folk have hopped aboard.

That pitchers and catchers report in just three months.