Has anyone ever chucked an entire iced coffee at your moving car?

I know your answer is “no”.

I am happy to say that mine is “yes”.

I haven’t written one of these Diary entries in about a month.

Life’s been busy! My Bad!

Just reached two years at Shadow Lion, the role and work have ramped up and I’m loving it. I’ll recap my two years, the projects I’ve worked on and what I’ve learned in the coming weeks.

I’ve mainly been lazy on these Diaries cause it’s golf season and my weekends when I usually pump these out have taken priority to the course. If I don’t break 80 in 2026, I think I will quit the game.

But back to the iced coffee smoking my car. I am thankful for this moment because it woke me up a bit, a very motivating, humbling moment.

The perfect awakening to bring back the Diary.

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So, I am on my daily commute from Charlestown out to my office in Newton, Mass.

It’s not the best drive on a weekday early morning, a good 45-minute haul that should take no more than 28 minutes.

You know the stigma about Boston drivers, that they are a**holes…

Well, am I one of those Bostonian a**hole drivers? Yeah, definitely. I average 3.5 honks during these daily commutes to work.

Regardless… I was driving through a stop light into a wide left turn into the North End from the C’Town bridge.

I was the last car through the yellow lights, still totally legal to continue driving before it turns red.

With a little bit of traffic in the intersection, my car was not yet through the proceeding crosswalk that laid ahead.

That crosswalk light turned green for the walkers waiting, while my car was still a hair beyond the crosswalk with about 15 feet until my car could pass.

Am I in the wrong to press my gas and go through the crosswalk so I don’t get T-boned by the cars coming from the opposite stoplight that just turned green and expect the crosswalkers to wait a hair, so they don’t get hurt from oncoming traffic?

I think not. I think that’s fair on my end to drive.

But this man, let’s just call him Brian for this exercise (I have a very angry little friend name Brian Hoyer, but don’t tell him as it’s fitting he that acts the same way on the golf course), didn’t waste a second.

As soon as his crosswalk light went green, he went full steam ahead.

Like the fastest speedwalking I have ever seen in my life. Even had a slight little tilt with his head to gain forward momentum.

I hit the gas pedal so I could get out of this man’s way.

Brian did not take that well, and started walking even faster.

His head coming right for my side window.

And then this man, Brian, did the unthinkable.

As I slowly sped by him, he took his entire two sugar, two cream iced coffee latte from Dunkin, and threw a 4-seam fastball at my car door.

At first, I was very angry. Very, very angry.

Slammed the breaks.

But then when I turned and saw this man and how furious he was.

He just wanted it more than me.

I gave him two good honks and proceeded across the bridge to the North End and through the tunnel out to the Newton office to avoid this man at all costs.

I thought the entire car ride that I will not let anyone else that day bring better energy than me.

Brian mentally and physically dominated me. And I made a promise to myself I wouldn’t let him happen again.

So shoutout to the man in Charlestown that sacrificed his morning coffee that day. He knew what he was doing. He probably marched into work and just completely dominated the office himself.

And he motivated me to do the same.

Still haven’t even gotten a car wash so I can wake up every day and remind myself to bring the same energy as that absolute savage.

Now back to the regular scheduled programming of these Diaries.

LFG!