Where there's a will, there's a way.

*Picture from the Boston Globe*

Gagne looks good in a Red Sox uniform, eh?

After taking it on the chin Tuesday night, the Sox rallied for back to back wins and took the series today winning 7-4. After being THE big story of the trade deadline, Eric Gagne made his debut as a Red Sox today, pitching a scoreless ninth, striking out 2. And while it's a bit disconcerting to hear a grown man say "dey" instead of "they", it's good to have the big man on board.

Went today to draw up a will for Angie and I: my children will inherit $1.75 cents and a completely worthless collection of Sports Illustrated going back 15 years. The biggest reason we needed to do this was to make sure who my ruffians would torture until they graduate high school should something happen to their parents.

We actually had a will drawn up about 9 years ago, shortly before Ciera was born. However, just like my youthful good looks, muscle tone, and savings account, it was lost a while back. So with the Grim Reaper knocking on our door at the ripe old age of 37, the wife and I decided we needed to update the thing.

Actually, our church brought in a company who would prepare a will for us at a very reasonable fee: of course, anyone with any real wealth would use a lawyer to make sure their substantial estate was managed properly upon their death. Unless you count a collection of Red Sox McFarlane figures and a mortgage as substantial, we don't qualify.

As I looked at what my children would inherit should their Mother and I ever pass away, I was struck by one thing: I've lived 37 years on this rock, and I don't have an awful lot to show for it. No big stock portfolio, no planes, and no investment properties. If something happened to us, they'd have a couple of life insurance policies, 2 retirement accounts, and a 2 year old house to count on.

On the flip side, they would have the memories of a Mom and Dad who loved them more than anything, more pictures than they could ever put in an album, and memories of laughter and smiles and a whole lot of hugs, kisses, and "I Love You". You wanna know something? I'd rather leave them with that than all the money in the world.

So, thanks to Scotty and Sonya for agreeing to take care of my babies should something ever happen: I know they'll be in good hands. And here's to that scenario never occurring.

Bub: if it ever does, you gotta promise me two things.

You'll get the Extra Innings package as a reminder of your favorite brother in law.

And you'll buy a REAL hat: blue with a red B.