The Devil Hates Tampa Bay
Saturday - Kim, the boy and I started our day with family reading time. He finished 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea. The only thing he didn't like about the book (as opposed to the K Douglas pic from the 50's or thereabouts) was the lack of a seal as comic relief in the book. Ned, in the movie, does a lot of f'in round with this crazy seal. Alex is an animal lover an it doesn't get better than having a seal in a submarine.
We did yard work, I shot off a few bills, Alex and I worked on his pitching, then off to Hopkins for baseball practice. I cut out early so I could get ready for Stenner's graduation party. Kim was at home already getting ready so she could pick Alex up and get to the wing ding slightly before me.
Great time. Congrats and much love to Christine. She and Joe went through a lot together to get to that point. They deserve all the advantages this thing can bring (except for that pointless rhyme). No one deserves that. I'm so glad my buddy found someone like this to love. They are very happy and I am happy fer 'em
My little crew had to cut out early because of our schedule, the only day we had for Mass this weekend was Sat (M Day stuff on Sunday makes meeting our obligation impossible and I actually missed Mass last weekend...it was the first time for me in over a year and, for me, it is a lousy feeling)
The line for confession was too long and Kim and I did not make it before Mass. I told A it was ok for him to take communion because it is my responsibility to get him to a mass, this is not something he did it is something Daddy didn't do. I think he understood. I don't want to confuse the boy. Religion is confusing enough w/ou me gummin' up the works.
After church we stopped at the Barnes 'n N to get gifts for the grandmas. We also picked up a copy of Paul Simon's Graceland. Alex loves Bridge Over Troubled Water (esp the Boxer)...and my boss burned him some later Paul Simon records which the boy also devoured. He loves Graceland.
We also picked up a copy of Monopoly for Family Game Night. Alex kept making deals with one goal in mind...to help his mother. She wanted all the railroads. Twice I landed on the one railroad Kim needed (the Reading, I think) and Alex gave me $100 each time, not to buy it. Sweet as hell, even tho rent sucked ass when Kim got all four choo choo stations. Cookie was the dog.
Sunday, the boy and I let mom chill and watch HGTV which is what she wanted to do. Just get some couchtime. She knew the next week was gonna be crazy. Alex and I did a bunch of yardwork and ran some errands for mom. Then we drove out and met my p's and Kim's p's in Oak Brook for a nice, late lunch/early supper, whatever you want to call it.
Checking out some of the highlights from the perfecto thrown by Oakland's left-handed hurler. 18 perfect games in the history of MLB. Two thrown by southpaws in consecutive seasons...against the same team. The Tampa Bay Devil Rays. Ooops, pardon me, some Satan-hatin' Floridian panhandlers decided that the club from Tampa should (in order to not offer support to dark powers) drop the "Devil" and be known only as the "Rays". Since then they've been completely blanked in back to back years. There is only one reasonable conclusion here...
The Devil hates Tampa Bay.
God only knows what he thinks of Ybor City
We did yard work, I shot off a few bills, Alex and I worked on his pitching, then off to Hopkins for baseball practice. I cut out early so I could get ready for Stenner's graduation party. Kim was at home already getting ready so she could pick Alex up and get to the wing ding slightly before me.
Great time. Congrats and much love to Christine. She and Joe went through a lot together to get to that point. They deserve all the advantages this thing can bring (except for that pointless rhyme). No one deserves that. I'm so glad my buddy found someone like this to love. They are very happy and I am happy fer 'em
My little crew had to cut out early because of our schedule, the only day we had for Mass this weekend was Sat (M Day stuff on Sunday makes meeting our obligation impossible and I actually missed Mass last weekend...it was the first time for me in over a year and, for me, it is a lousy feeling)
The line for confession was too long and Kim and I did not make it before Mass. I told A it was ok for him to take communion because it is my responsibility to get him to a mass, this is not something he did it is something Daddy didn't do. I think he understood. I don't want to confuse the boy. Religion is confusing enough w/ou me gummin' up the works.
After church we stopped at the Barnes 'n N to get gifts for the grandmas. We also picked up a copy of Paul Simon's Graceland. Alex loves Bridge Over Troubled Water (esp the Boxer)...and my boss burned him some later Paul Simon records which the boy also devoured. He loves Graceland.
We also picked up a copy of Monopoly for Family Game Night. Alex kept making deals with one goal in mind...to help his mother. She wanted all the railroads. Twice I landed on the one railroad Kim needed (the Reading, I think) and Alex gave me $100 each time, not to buy it. Sweet as hell, even tho rent sucked ass when Kim got all four choo choo stations. Cookie was the dog.
Sunday, the boy and I let mom chill and watch HGTV which is what she wanted to do. Just get some couchtime. She knew the next week was gonna be crazy. Alex and I did a bunch of yardwork and ran some errands for mom. Then we drove out and met my p's and Kim's p's in Oak Brook for a nice, late lunch/early supper, whatever you want to call it.
Checking out some of the highlights from the perfecto thrown by Oakland's left-handed hurler. 18 perfect games in the history of MLB. Two thrown by southpaws in consecutive seasons...against the same team. The Tampa Bay Devil Rays. Ooops, pardon me, some Satan-hatin' Floridian panhandlers decided that the club from Tampa should (in order to not offer support to dark powers) drop the "Devil" and be known only as the "Rays". Since then they've been completely blanked in back to back years. There is only one reasonable conclusion here...
The Devil hates Tampa Bay.
God only knows what he thinks of Ybor City
posted by edP | 8:08 PM
0 Comments:
Post a Comment
<< Home