Just minutes after I learned that Ryan Davis had passed I cried. Not the frugal tears of a 16 year old adolescent at the end of a sappy love story that are hidden by bravado or some sense of pride/ego, but the sobbing of a 34 year old man that just lost a long time job, or a grandmother or his own mother for that case. Me? crying over someone I had never met, never shared a meal with, never even corresponded on twitter, yet there I sit in my living room, tears pouring down my face wondering why the hell I was crying over a person that had no personal relationship with me other than those beloved words "Hey Kids! It's Tuuuuesday......" Over the course of the next few days I really thought about why the passing of Ryan Davis affected me so.
The first time I listened to the Bombcast I was sitting in a very uncomfortable recliner in Boston Children's Hospital, my son had just had spinal cord surgery for a tumor that had grown at the base of his spine. Between the nurses rushing in and out every hour and the cries and screams of children and even babies that had just had similar or even worse surgeries I could get no rest whatsoever. I had been and avid gamer for most of my life and was searching the App Store for something I could listen to to help me sleep and get some rest and there it was the Giant Bombcast. Although slumber didn't come I spent the next 2 weeks in the hospital in better spirits. The crew pulled me through this situation and many others that would come later in life.
So what were you doing on your first "Tuuuuesday!"?