I'm not sure how I feel about weddings.
Sometimes I feel like it's not worth the effort, ya know?
Not the act of getting married.
People should get married.
But the whole circus that comes along with putting up a big wedding.
I really feel like a lot of the stress this process causes is not worth it.
I thought about it for a while.
I used to really wish I could have given my wife a huge wedding.
I want to make her feel special, ya know?
I want her to know that everything I do is for her and our family.
But it's really weird that we go through this whole process to get to an end that can be accomplished with relatively less stress, less effort, and less pointlessness.
You can celebrate pretty well without dropping 20 G's.
But whatever. It each their own.
I get it. I understand.
I love my cousin, man.
He hooked me up.
He introduced me to baseball.
He shaped a lot what I thought was important way back in the day.
Congrats, Gerard. And thank you.
Thank you for bringing me back into your life.
I definitely appreciate the role you've played in my life.
You are the older brother I never had.
You are the reason why I even had an interest in baseball.
You got me buying baseball and football cards from the corner store.
You got me running to your house to make sure I could catch the Tyson fight before he decided to knock some motherfucker out.
And now we find our paths crossing again.
We haven't missed a beat.
Congrats, brother. Godspeed.
Whatever the fuck that means.