I realize this is really, REALLY Off Topic, considering I'm not even doing the "stick to sports" thing.
But even before I got hooked on umpiring, I played the drums. Without turning this into a memoir, I played from 5th grade on in school, concert and marching band both, and marched for five years in my college marching band. The best and oldest friends I have in this world are my drumline mates from those college days - a finer collection of people than I ever dared dream be a part of.
And, because I'm "of a certain age," I came along in the prime years of Rush.
Neil Peart was the greatest rock drummer of all time. Any other opinion is objectively wrong, so save your time and don't "@" me. And he also wrote a lot of classic lines - his early love of Ayn Rand notwithstanding. If I have a hero in any aspect of my life, it would be Neil. I would have loved to had maybe a tenth, or hundredth, of the skill he had, even just for a day.
And, as happens to us all, he's gone. (And F*#K cancer as well.)
So if you lift a glass this weekend, do me a favour, and offer a toast to The Professor.
(And to our Canadian members: sorr-ee.)