One of the things I’ve been
thinking about as I’ve been sitting down to write is the balance I’d like in my
blog. My intention was to write a
professional blog, but with a personal twist –not a blog just about the mechanics
of being a VC, but my personal observations of the VC world and my growth as a
venture capitalist. A few people have
written in and reminded me not to forget about writing some posts about me with
the idea that my VC observations will be more meaningful if I occasionally
write posts that have nothing to do with being a VC, but give some background
about how I got here and what else is important to me.
A high school friend of mine
wrote to me the other day. He’s been reading
my blog but was disappointed that I hadn’t posted on some important topics from
our childhood:
“you gonna write anything
about the red sox or patriots or just how to write financial models?” He asks.
Well, here you go, Dan. . .
I grew up just outside of Boston, so the events of the
past few months have been pretty amazing to me. I always figured that the Red Sox would win
the World Series sometime in my lifetime – I just wasn’t sure when. I was 14 in
1986 when the Sox came within a strike of winning it all. I actually didn’t see the famous Buckner gaff
live. I had been babysitting down the
street. The parents of the kids I was
sitting for came home and we watched a little bit of the game together. When it was clear to me that the Sox were
about to win I ran home (about 5 houses away) to enjoy the moment with my dad. When I got home my dad locked solemn and told
me that the Sox had blown it. I, of
course, thought he was pulling my leg, so I called his bluff and ran into the
family room to celebrate the victory. Long
story short, that evening is one of the most vivid memories of my childhood
(being a Red Sox fan is truly a scarring experience).
I’m going to give credit for
the Rex Sox win this year to my 1 year old daughter (at least partial credit). In late summer my wife and I were in Boston for a wedding
about an hour south of town. We spent a
couple of days in the city to visit some friends and enjoy some time near where
I grew up. My other best friend from
high school (actually the twin brother of the author of the jab quoted above)
is the sports director for one of the local Boston TV stations. He arranged one morning for me and my daughter
to get access to the ballfield. I can
assure you that it was absolutely a highlight of this life-long Red Sox fan’s
life to walk into an empty Fenway Park with my daughter on my back (decked out
in her infant sized Rex Sox ball-cap), walk down to the first row of seats and
then onto the field. I had a camera to
document the moment – picture of Sacha on the infield grass; me holding her in
front of the green monster; her sitting on the visiting team bench (presumably
putting a curse on them). Pretty
amazing.
I’m, of course, convinced
that her visit to the field brought good luck in the post season. At least that’s what I’m going to tell her .
. .
The real reason the Sox won is that they were trying to LOSE and they CHOKED.
Posted by: Dave Jilk | January 14, 2005 at 09:44 AM
I kind of have to agree with Dave, honey. Being a New Yorker, I've seen the Red Sox work against themselves for many years. If you want to think that our daughter had something to do with the playoffs, go right ahead. But remember, her mommy has been to a lot of Yankees games.
XOXO G-
Posted by: Greeley | January 14, 2005 at 09:25 PM