But now, after having dinner with my three kids at The Outback Restaurant, I'm going to change my mind. Turning 49 is just fine. The only thing I regret is that I'll always remember this birthday as the day the Tigers traded Pudge Rodriguez to the hated Yankees.
When I was born I nearly died after two days. Only through the miracles of medical technology were they able to perform life saving surgery. So you see- every day after those first two days has been a bonus and I'd like to think I have taken advantage of this blessing. When I look around, I have a great wife, three great kids, two great parents and a superb younger brother... how much luckier can a guy be?
So when someone asks me how was your 49th birthday, I'll answer... "everything I expected- it was great."
Now that's a lot of candle power on that cake!
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