I’m going to tell you a story about Sid and Mary.  When I say the names, Sid and Mary, you might be thinking, “Sid and Nancy.”  That’s not who I’m talking about, but these two did rocker-in-a-hotel-room, thrash my life around in much the same way.  So, I suppose the mental connection is an apt one.   Sid was about my age and on my soccer team.  She was hard to get to know.  She was hard to make laugh, which is usually easy for me.  But, over time, I won over Sid.  She became a friend and I could tell she was loyal.  Sid was one of those girls that you find yourself looking at from afar, not because she’s particularly attractive or…