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Fall Springs Eternal (opens the original)
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I’ve been a Giants fan for as long as I can remember, which means I’ve spent most of the past decade getting very good at September. Every offseason brings new faces and promises, and some part of me that should know better leans in. Hope springs eternal, even when the standings suggest it shouldn’t.This year felt different. We brought in John Harbaugh, a coach with a Super Bowl ring. We drafted well and filled real holes in free agency. And Jaxson Dart looked ready to take the step we’d been wa
The Chapter I Never Imagined Writing (opens the original)
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In September 2008, I walked out of Lehman Brothers with a cardboard box.Reporters were waiting outside. Cameras were raised. Five years of compensation had vanished, along with a job and a place where I felt I belonged. I kept my head down and kept walking.Three years later, I was riding my bike when an SUV came barreling toward me. To my right was a guardrail, no shoulder, and nowhere to go.“Keep your head up,” I told myself. “Protect your head.”It is the last thing I remember.A few years later
The Days That Come Rushing Back (opens the original)
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A lot has been said about 9/11 over the past few weeks and months.Can it really be twenty-five years?I don’t think about 9/11 as much anymore. Not consciously, anyway.Life has a way of carrying us forward. There are things to do. Bills to pay. People to love. Birthdays, dinners, and appointments. The pedestrian day-to-day of life takes over, as perhaps it must.And then September comes.The air changes. The humidity lifts. On certain days, the sky turns impossibly blue. The temperature settles in
Then They Let Go (opens the original)
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Nobody Had to Hold MeFive years ago, I needed two skiers to hold me steady. This time, they let go.The rope went taut, and I was up.My core was locked. My hands were wrapped around the handle. Water sprayed against my face as the boat pulled me across Lake Zoar in Southbury, Connecticut.<a class="image-link image2 is-viewable-img" href="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!iqwD!,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F101f
No Lemonade (opens the original)
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Central Park was bustling last Tuesday. Runners of all stripes and strides. Cyclists on everything from Citi Bikes to racing bikes. Even pedicabs pulling tourists around in those tuk-tuk things.Some people gave me a thumbs-up as I pushed and plodded up Harlem Hill. Others were just confused.“What’s that?”“That is so cool.”<a class="image-link image2 is-viewable-img" href="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!Y78t!,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.am
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