Bittersweet...

So today is my last day in the show. I've been paralegaling at a New York law firm for the past year and finally my time has come to an end.

Here comes the next Theo and if not, I dont know much.

But, I do know one thing.

We were sitting there in the jacuzzi of our Tempe, AZ motel where my high school baseball team would journey to every spring break. We would wake up and play ball for about 8 hours. Then we would return to our Inn Suites hotel for a long afternoon at the pool filled with Jack in the Box tacos, Carl's JR burgers and the Iowa girls softball team also staying at the hotel.

Not too bad.

So one afternoon I was sitting in the hot tub with 4 of my buddies and a couple of coeds when our asst coach, Noah, came over to us.

Noah was my little league basketball coach when I was 11. He was about as smart a sports guy as i had ever known, and maybe the best coach I ever had. Some how, when we got to high school, he ended up at our school as well.

Noah had all the talent in the world, but he also had a little too much fun. Either way, he was a heck of a guy.

So Noah approached us at the jacuzzi, with the most uneven sunburn I have ever seen. We're talking sunglasses tan, wife beater tan, flip flop tan, etc. He was an absolute mess. It took him about 7 minutes to go from standing up to sitting down.

"How's it going boys... ladies," he asked.

" Not too bad coach, " I replied. " You look like you got hit by a truck."

Noah laughed and replied: " Haha, long night battling the Indians, haven't been to sleep."

Noah was referring to the Indian casino about 30 miles west that all the coaches frequented.

"Not bad, Coach," a friend replied.

We all sort of sat there for a while and then Noah rose up a little bit. He brightened like the nerdy kid in American Pie before he made the speech about how the whole crew needed to get laid. We all watched but didnt really know what was going on.

"Guys," he said. " I got one thing to tell you... I am addicted to the action. Be it sports or women or gambling, I live for the action."

Here was a guy probably 30 beers deep and barely able to keep his eyes open rambling to a bunch of 16 year olds. But for some reason this quote, at least the first part, has stuck with me since then.

Today is a pretty big day in my life. I'm quitting the first job I ever had and probably the last job I will ever have like it. The people were great, the hours were easy and the biggest part of my day is usually writing this blog.

But I need the fucking action. Like my drunken high school baseball coach, I live off that shit. Whether it was the three deals I made off the t-shirt company I tried to form last fall, or Pat William's meaningless interception against the Dolphins last year that he ran back for a TD and an absolutely thrilling backdoor cover, I live for the action.

Every morning when i get to work I go on the internet the first thing I do is check my fantasy teams. For now that is the closest thing I have to Theo Epstein.

For now...

I am inspired on the last day at my first job to make this pact to my roughly 10,000 readers, (margin of error: +/- 9932).

I will be the GM of the Mets within 10 years. I need that for my life to be a success and the Mets need me.

I will be the Theo that brings a championship back to Shea.

Today is one of the better days of my life. The first post-childhood chapter ended and now the rest will begin.

Since every GM job seems to be going to an assistant of one of the bigger name GM's, I'm moving out to the bay area to try and get a job in the A's front office. Give me a few years to become Billy Beane's guy, and then from there...well, you know what.

I write all this cause when I do, I feel the action. I get a rush and I live for this shit.

A Friend of Mr Glass' wrote a blog for today as well that is featured below this one. It really hits the heart and inspires. See I got some ideas but that kid is the brains of this whole operation.

I was kind of flustered all day with the emotion of quitting my job. I couldn't really think of anything with real content. Instead, I give you this rant.

Heck, I'm feeling good. Off to my favorite Scottish pub to get as drunk as possible for my last couple of hours at work. Pops, if you happen to catch today's blog, I'm not a bad guy, just sometimes I do stupid things.

California here I come.

Punk, Quarterback Punk.

Sippy Momo

(Again, see below for Mr. Glass's column -- tickles the heart, definitely have a look).