(smiles) I didn't write anything else 'cause nobody, including most of my colleagues bothered to read the first one.
WILL:
Well, I've read you colleagues. Your book was good, Sean.
(beat) All those guys were in your platoon?
SEAN:
Yeah.
WILL:
What happened to that guy from Kentucky?
SEAN:
Lon? He got married. He has a kid. I kind of lost touch with him after Nancy got sick.
WILL:
Do you ever wonder what your life would be like if you never met your wife?
SEAN:
What? Do I wonder if I'd be better off if I never met my wife?
Will starts to clarify his question.
SEAN:
No, that's okay. It's an important question. 'Cause you'll have your bad times, which wake you up to the good stuff you weren't paying attention to. And you can fail, as long as you're trying hard. But there's nothing worse than regret.
WILL:
You don't regret meetin' your wife?
SEAN:
Why? Because of the pain I feel now?
I have regrets Will, but I don't regret a singel day I spent with her.
WILL:
When did you know she was the one?
SEAN:
October 21, 1975. Game six of the World Series. Biggest game in Red Sox history, Me and my friends slept out on the sidewalk all night to get tickets. We were sitting in a bar waiting for the game to start and in walks this girl. What a game that was. Tie game in the bottom of the tenth inning, in steps Carlton Fisk, hit a long fly ball down the left field line. Thirty-five thousand fans on their feet, screamin' at the ball to stay fair. Fisk is runnin' up the baseline, wavin' at the ball like a madman. It hits the foul pole, home run. Thirty-five thousand people went crazy. And I wasn't one of them.
WILL:
Where were you?
SEAN:
I was havin' a drink with my future wife.
WILL:
You missed Pudge Fisk's homerun to have a drink with a woman you had never met?
