Its New Year’s Day, and the MLB lockout is going on, and so there’s no MLB or Rangers news.
So I shall share an anecdote from my younger days. It has no real point or anything. But it happened at a New Year’s Party, so it is apropos from a calendar standpoint.
This would have been, I believe, New Year’s Eve, 1998. I was living in Austin — I didn’t move to Houston until I started law school in the fall of 1999 — and Ben was living with me at that point as well.
I should note, for those of you who have heard stories from my younger days, that by this time I was a more grounded and responsible individual than I was in my early 20s.