You ever have one of those days, or week, or month, where it seems like NOTHING can go right? When you are wanting to go right, but the rest of the world is pretending they are NASCAR drivers and making one long, endless left hand turn? My last week, week and a half has been like that. From work being a pain in the neck, to coming home to "Kid's Gone Wild, Volume 12", it has just been that kind of a week.
So, I needed a laugh. Which is why I posted that picture of Manny coming out of the Monster. If anyone doesn't know, Manny caught a little flak in 2005 for disappearing into the Green Monster one night, presumably to relieve himself. This being Manny, he could have gone in to ask the guy operating the scoreboard what his recipe for Baked Alaska was, so who knows. Soon after that, he started the annual "I'd like to be traded" request a week before the trade deadline. You can imagine the hubbub this started, culminating with Manny not playing the night before the deadline, or starting the next game. Late in the game that day, after the trading deadline had passed, Manny emerges from the dugout to pinch hit, and promptly drives in the winning run. Trust me: his interview right after the game was high comedy. The next night, he comes out of the Monster at the start of the first, holding that sign. Classic Manny, and it still makes me laugh.
While I watched my 2 boys roll around on the floor like Bo and Luke Duke tonight, wrasslin' and laughing their little heads off, it reminded me of me and my brother and sisters growing up together. And while it doesn't take away the crappy week I've had, thinking back has definitely took the edge off.
We had a lot of fun growing up in Oklahoma. We had a pool, and that thing was always full of kids: us, the neighbors, people from church. I had one buddy who jumped off the roof, over roughly 7 feet of concrete, into the deep end. One year while all of us still living at home were back east on vacation, my brother in law Scott rode a bicycle off the deep end, all the way across the pool. We get home, and my Pop, who was with ME the whole time back east, wants to know when I did that! Then there was the time that Mom and Dad were gone all day, and left my sister Sheri in charge. For the whole day. Sheri, being a teenager with all the wisdom of a bag of peat moss, leaves me and my brother Matt outside for 10 HOURS. You ever been to Oklahoma in the dead of summer? It's like being 2 ft away from the center of the sun. Let's just say Mom was not happy Matt and I looked like Mr. Crabs from Spongebob for the next 3 days.
The pool fun basically ended after Matt and I discovered it was great fun to jump in the pool from the top of the slide. At least it was fun until Matt slipped, fell straight down to the concrete, then proceeded to BOUNCE into the pool. I never would have guessed you could bounce on concrete, but Matt made a believer out of me. Actually his 2 broken wrists were what made me a believer.
I thought about all kind of stuff tonight: Matt pouring a whole bottle of baby oil into his bath one night and coming into the living room, and the rest of us needing sunglasses to look at him. I swear the light from the lamp bounced off him like sunlight off a tin can. Or the time my sister Sonya was riding our neighbors horse, comes inside while we are eating, and offers up the most understated line of the century: Seems Sonj had gotten just a tad close to the barb wire, and with her shoe filled with blood, she utters this: "I think I need a band aid". Uh, no Sonya, you need some stitches. A LOT of stitches. Speaking of horses, one night, again at dinner, all of us were amazed when my sister Stacy went flying by the kitchen window, galloping for all she was worth on our horse, Misty. Little did any of us realize, Misty had gone bonkers and that look on Stacy's face, which we thought to be sheer joy, was in fact, utter panic.
So thanks, Sonj, Stacy, Sheri, and Matt. You helped your brother come out of the mullygrubs a little bit tonight.
And you didn't even know it.
I love you guys.