Three weeks ago, a previously undiagnosed cardiac abnormality
nearly killed me. I needed emergency room doctors at Winchester Hospital
to shock my heart back into a normal rhythm, or I wouldn't be typing this
message today, and my wife and daughters would be without a husband and father.
While I'm better now and slowly starting to deal with my condition, I
don't think I'd be human if I didn't come away from that experience a little
shaken.
If those doctors hadn't saved my life, I would have been remembered
in part as the guy who tried to convince people not to go to Revolution games.
I’m not sure I like that. If I'm
truly honest with myself, some of the greatest moments of my life have happened
in Section 143. I've made some great friends because I became a fan of
this team. At halftime of a game against D.C. United, I got a call from
the Massachusetts Department of Social Services that informed me they were
placing a 7-month baby girl in the custody of my wife and I - a girl we ended
up adopting a year later. To this day, that same little girl still talks
about getting a high five from Slyde at the Seattle game last year.
Revs fans I only know from the internet sent unsolicited donations to the Scholarship Fund
set up to honor my two brothers after they were killed in a car accident six
and a half years ago.
While there hadn’t
been much going on publicly with the boycott, behind the scenes, I had actually
pretty busy with “Boycott the Revs” duties. I had saved up to purchase Photoshop and some
web site design software to help create a more professional look and feel (…a
perfectly valid criticism, by the way), and was teaching myself how to use those
tools. I was probably 80% of the way
towards launching a new, revamped, much-improved site with a goal of getting
things up and running before the home opener.
But after leaving the
hospital, I discovered I didn’t have the appetite for it any more. In fact, I don’t really have the appetite to
boycott at all. It’s a lesson I should
have learned six and a half years ago.
Nothing is guaranteed in life.
Apparently, it took something to happen to me to drive the point
home. Or maybe I just forgot for a while.
I’ve decided to live
my life for myself and my family first.
And part of what I find enjoyable about my life is going to Revolution
games with friends and family. Could I have
boycotted for a few years?
Probably. But when your doctor
says your risk of a severe stroke over the next ten years is roughly ten times
greater than that of the average person, who’s to say you’ve got a few years? A few months ago, a boycott sounded and felt
like the right idea. Now? Well, now I think I’d rather spend my time
and energy creating more memories and friendships than making a point.
I’d like to thank all
of those who joined the effort and also offer my sincere apologies. I know how this makes me look. In all honesty, this is not how I envisioned my
involvement ending, and I’m more than a little embarrassed by my somewhat
sudden change of direction. I had the
best of intentions when I started, and whatever problems there were getting
more people to go through with this is completely my fault. I am truly sorry.