Hurling!

In August we were introduced to hurling during our trip to Ireland. It’s hard to describe in words but it’s the filled with non stop action, amazing agility and team work and fantastic goals. 

The All Ireland semi-final games were being played and we became hooked. We watched the semifinals matches, bought our own sticks and played a backyard game with Lauren’s cousins. 

It’s really an amazing game. 

Today was the All Ireland Final — Kilkenny vs Tipperary.

Kilkenny is basically like the Yankees (except this league is amateur, not professional). They have a history of winning these finals. They say in Ireland that Kilkenny children are born a hurley in their hand. 

Tipp was the challenger. 

Comcast didn’t broadcast the game but we found the match online here. After punching in my credit card we had access to the game. We streamed it to our big screen tv via AirPlay. Worked like a charm. 

The match was fantastic. An overview of the game here as well as these awesome tweets

It ended in a tie. I love that they will just play a rematch in a few weeks and didn’t resort to sudden death or a shoot out. 

The rematch is on Sept 27th.

I can’t wait. 

Concord, Massachusetts. September 2014.

Concord, Massachusetts. September 2014.

One day if I go to heaven…I’ll look around and say “It ain’t bad, but it ain’t San Francisco” — Herb Caen

I was in San Francisco for the last few days. 

There is so much going in startup land within the South of Market district of San Francisco. New ideas are bouncing off the walls and you can feel the desire, ambition and passion on every corner. 

It’s infectious.

But getting out of SoMa is something I truly appreciate. The part of SF that is quiet, mysterious and reflective. 

I’m glad I could catch up with friends and see both sides of such a special city. 

Peter Gabriel

—Heroes

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James

James

And I press the shutter in those moments that move my heart

— Hideaki Hamada

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The trip

I travel a ton for my work.

As I write this post I’m on a plane headed to San Francisco for a few days. It’s very much a business trip but hopefully will see some friends as well. I still consider SF our home after all these years. 

As the kids get older we’ve also been able to travel more as a family. It’s just easier now to deal with longer flights and go places. The August trip was a true test in many ways. We were in close quarters for many weeks and on the move every few days. 

But the one trip I haven’t done is with just my dad and my brother. We have talked about it a few times over the years but never committed.

We just fixed that and booked our trip. Next month, the three of us are going to New Mexico and I couldn’t be happier about that. 

Summer 2014.

Summer 2014.

The Mountain Goats

—This Year

Life is too short

On Saturday, one of the founders in our portfolio called to let me know that one of the executives at the company was leaving. He wants to move to cross country for personal/family reasons.

Typically when a great person is thinking about leaving a portfolio company my instinct is to help the founder keep the person onboard.

But instead of hanging up the phone and calling the person, I opted to just let it go. 

About 13 years ago, I moved cross country with my family 3k miles for personal/family reasons so I can totally relate.

But there was another voice in my head. The one that said, life is too short. I am supportive of doing what you need to do as long as it’s done with care and respect. 

Last week a man died in our town. He was just 53 and I’m told he died in his sleep. My wife knows his wife. My daughter goes to school with his daughter. It’s unbelievably tragic. I can’t imagine what his family is going through. This was a portion of the post his wife left on Facebook:

S**** loved us; we were his life and he ours. So today I ask you to look around you, look into your partner’s eye’s; your child’s eye’s; your friend’s eye’s. Tell them how much they mean to you. On this day and always, live like S**** would live; take that run, take that sail, walk your dogs , drink that rum and coke sitting on the deck blaring your favorite music! My challenge to my family and friends is this: Give me a wave as you drive by the house, sit and have a cup of coffee or a glass of wine with me, hug me and my girls when you see us, plant a tree in my yard . And please remember what Father C**** reminded us of…”Three things will last forever-faith, hope, and love- and the greatest of these is love.”

This weekend I’ve been often thinking about his dear family. He was just 8 years older than me. And just 3 years older than my wife’s father when he passed of a massive heart failure at 50 years of age.

So kiss your family and take a deep breath. Decide what you are doing tomorrow and the next day. Make it count. And do what you love, because life is way too short.