The year in which I was born ends in a nine. The street number to my childhood home was all nines.
Nines are all over my favorite sport. Nine players on a baseball field. Nine innings. The greatest hitter of all time, Ted Williams, wore nine. So did Bill Mazeroski, who hit the game-winning homerun in the 1960 World Series, in the bottom of the ninth, with the game tied 9-9.
Nine is also the number of this month, on the last Saturday of which I'll be running the Akron Marathon, which you already know is in nine days.
Nine is also the number of minutes per mile I'm aiming to average to break four hours. I'll be on Cloud Nine if I can do that, dressed to nines.
Today's comments must have a nine.