I am very, very sad. I spent most of the day at Fenway Park trying to get tickets to the Red Sox for this season, but I take absolutely no pleasure in getting what I did. I am sure I will be happy again by the time the games roll around, but for now, today feels achy. I was a sophomore in high school when Challenger blew up, on my way to lunch when I diverted to my dorm room to watch my illegal TV, having been told of the explosion 3 minutes before by my roommate. It's hard to take such things seriously when you are not quite 16, and hard not to when you are older.