I am no longer in charge of my high school bedroom. I’m sitting in it right now, and although my senior prom picture is still framed on a shelf next to an old paintball trophy, the room itself has been the victim of a hostile takeover.
There are flowery and feathery decorations everywhere. Two huge boxes take up a ton of space, and I have no idea what’s in them. There’s a blue dress hanging on the door, and I assure you it’s not mine. Blue’s just not my color.
Fact is, my little sister is getting married on Saturday. She wanted an October wedding, but when I got the Yankees job, she pushed the ceremony back to make sure the playoffs would be finished by the time she walked down the aisle.
I’ve flown home to serve as — according to the program — the Man of Honor. More accurately, I seem to be here to shut up and do what my mother and sister tell me to do. And I’m happy to do it. I could not have hand-picked a better brother-in-law, and to give you some idea of how cool my sister is, the big musical performance of the actual wedding ceremony will be our friend Sam Smith — back in town from Hawaii — playing piano and harmonica and singing a cover of Taj Majal’s Further on Down the Road. It’s going to be epic. We should be selling tickets.
I’m going to take the week off to recharge and hang with the family. Our good friend Sam Borden will be guiding the LoHud ship for a few days, and I’ll be back in action next Monday when I fly to Orlando for the GM Meetings.
Until then, I’m afraid I’ll be at the mercy of my wedding-crazed sister and mother. Assuming I make it to the other side, I’ll see you again in a week.
That’s a picture of the growing Jennings family, with my sister’s fiancé on the far right.