Right on Time for the Abuse!!
This post is a day late for Friendship Day. Not because I forgot. Well... mostly because I forgot. Somewhere between back-to-back meetings this morning it struck me that we spend a lot of our lives taking the best things for granted. This cricket group we've had for the last seven years probably tops that list. Before you continue, a disclaimer. This isn't a cricket post. There are enough of those. This is about friendship—or whatever highly dysfunctional version of it we've managed to perfect. In a world where everyone is walking on eggshells, finding a group where you can say exactly what's on your mind—whether it's insightful, nonsensical, or purely designed to irritate someone—is a luxury. The number of arguments we've had could comfortably fit the length of an Odyssean adventure :-) . What's even more fascinating is how quickly sworn enemies become opening partners, and vice versa. One week your teammate is the reason civilization is collapsing. The nex...
