Not sure Christ really cares much about gold medals. He got hung up on some silver, though.

TL:DR version: Drew ruined the after-party.

“and also drilled a hole in the TOP of my head to relieve the pressure.”

Avoiding twitter even just a little bit is probably not a bad idea.

Sure, that sounds pretty bad, but what about me? I had to listen to Marchman on the Deadcast for like a month.

You had to relearn to walk but had no problem using chopsticks?  Great piece and I’m glad you’re back and healthy and not dead.

It’s about fucking time.

All of that and solving a great mystery of the universe

I listened to an interview with Josh Blue once. And he said “People with disabilities are the largest minority in the world. And it is the only minority you can join tomorrow.”

“This is some pretty heavy stuff.”

Well, it didn’t make you any less long winded. I’m glad you survived and got Korean Food. 

I’m home now. When I walked through the door after more than a month away, my dog—who had no idea what happened to me and no idea if I would ever come back—was shaking with joy. I sat down and he immediately leapt into my lap, like he’d been waiting a lifetime to do it.

Drew, I’m glad you survived your traumatic brain injury, and I deeply hope you never actually have a way to make up for everything you now owe your friends, family, and particularly your wife ... because that would mean something equally awful had happened to each of those people.

God this is so eerily similar to what happened to me, same injury, generally same set of circumstances (had been drinking but not overly so), same general consequence. Thank you for sharing this experience. It brings me back to that scary time but it’s also oddly cathartic for someone to go through something so…

Can’t tell you how many text messages I exchanged with friends seriously worrying about the health of a person I have never met and will likely never meet.

Also planning to hug your wife tonight.

Glad you’re still here, Drew. And honestly, few of us can remember puking all over Petchesky’s pants, actually. 

Honestly it took me a minute to notice the catcher and ump so I genuinely thought you were referring to each of the batter’s dingleberries as the other two “guys.”

I hope Yu manages to get O’Nora one more time when he’s behind the plate this year, just to let him know for sure that he didn’t appreciate how terribly that first start in Arlington this year was called.

The game’s not over until its Finnished