COMMENTARY
One of my best friends from college married one of my wife’s best friends from college. I think about this a lot, both because it makes me happy and because it reminds how many little things have to happen for literally anything to happen.
My wife and I went to different schools, and didn’t know each other until deep in our college years, only meeting through mutual friends. The unlikelihood of that, then topped by it happening again on a secondary level, requires the sort of calculations they built supercomputers for.
I mention it to you because our friends’ first date was a Red Sox Mother’s Day game — 2009, one they only each attended because my wife had extra tickets when ESPN claimed the game for Sunday Night Baseball.