I really don't deserve this,
because so many of you
made it possible.
I'd like to thank God, the Tao
Allah, Yahweh,
the Collective Unconscious,
and any other Directors and Agents
I may have overlooked.
Without them I would still be
hunting and gathering,
maybe doing B movies,
or wielding a stick with a nail
on the end, cursing the world's
garbage.
And I'd like to thank my
mom and dad, wife and kids,
brothers and sisters,
other family members
and friends, without whom
I simply would not be here
tonight.
And George. Where would I be
without my subconscious pal,
the guy who throws stuff to me
from the nether lands--
relevant, deep stuff,
sometimes with a twist
that I could never have
mined without him.
Also, I'd like to acknowledge
whoever was responsible
for the Loma Prieta earthquake
which scared me 7.1 times
more than any other shaking
I had endured and gave me
a much greater respect
for fault lines as well as
the ability of asphalt and beams
to ripple and creak with the flow--
and made me more aware
that some events are even more
important than the World Series,
and that those who died did not sin
but just happened to be
on the wrong bridge,
and the sufferings of their loved ones
are undeserved and unfair,
and the drivers who just made it
over the bridge before it
faulted and dropped
have much to praise and to mourn,
as do we.
Most of all, I'd like to thank
my heart for stopping last night
and the paramedics for
jump-starting it in a timely fashion.
We're attached to life
by a filament.
I can accept that now.
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