The day Kirstie Alley slipped my son "the big one"

Is there anything more touching than a father-son bonding moment? Here’s my son Matt and his “Big Papi”.My kid is now 26. How the hell did that happen?

He’s also become the world’s biggest Red Sox fan. His blog, Dirtywatah.com is a must read for everyone in the Red Sox Nation and anyone in general who despises the Yankees.

Here’s one story that can best describe the kind of person Matt is and always has been.

He was probably seven or eight. His elementary school was having a carnival and all the kinder were asked to go out and sell raffle tickets. So I took him onto the set of CHEERS, knowing the cast and crew would be easy marks.

He had his little spiel down cold. For only one dollar you could win a brand new TV set. Everyone was giving him a buck or two.

He approached Kirstie Alley, did his pitch, and she gave him a twenty dollar bill. He reminded her that it was only a dollar. She said, that’s okay, you can have the whole twenty.

And he said, “Yeah, but you might not win.”

Happy birthday, Matt. I love you, buddy. Sorry about the Sox.