Today we lost our fish, Red.
My son Aidan named him. He took one look at him and said “He’s red. So his name is Red.” And how is that less of a creative name than “Sully.”
Before the 2010 postseason, I held up a logo of a baseball team on either side of his tank. Whichever side he swam to, I wrote down as his prediction.
He was pretty good.
In fact he predicted EVERY SINGLE post season series correctly until the World Series.
He picked the Rangers to win the World Series.
My wife picked the Giants and won.
Well, now he is gone… flushed to the great unknown.
You were a good fish, Red. We’ll miss you. And you were a hell of a lot better at picking playoff series than me.
Rest in peace.