One Man's thoughts, rants, and mumblings on family, life, and baseball.
Saturday, June 16, 2007
Happy Father's Day
While other Dad's were out golfing and fishing today, I was finally getting the kid's play set put up so Angie would quit yelling at me for my habit of procrastinating. In her defense, it has been a year and a half since we moved and I guess I'd count us fortunate the poor guy who bought our old house let us wait this long to move the freaking thing.
Our first year here we had NO grass in the backyard, so instead of having the boys look like Pigpen from "Charlie Brown" we never went and got it. The last 6 months: well, I don't have any excuse other than Angie married a REALLY lazy man. I somehow convinced my buddy Mike and brother-in-law Keith into taking a Saturday morning to go help me get the final piece: that fort on the end.
We got it back to the new house, and Mike, God love him, stayed until 4:00 this afternoon helping me get everything put back together. As you can see from the picture, it was a huge success: Trot is getting ready to topple headfirst over the swing, Ciera is playing on the slide in a way I'm pretty sure they don't recommend, and Rakes is on the rock wall.....well, not really sure what he's doing except it more than likely involves something he SHOULDN'T be doing. Yep: those are my little safety patrol members.
Rakes kept asking his Mom "when do we have to dake dis back?" and I don't think he ever finally understood it was his to keep. Bottom line? I'm out of the doghouse, at least on this issue, and Angie can take them out to play without having to have her head on a swivel looking out for speeding cars. So I've at least got THAT going for me.
Great game for the Red Sox today, winning 1-0, though my stupid FOX affiliate showed the Braves game, forcing me to "watch" the game on Gameday. Daisuke had, in his words, his best outing yet: went 7 inning's, struck out 8, giving up 3 each in hits and walks. Okajima pitched the 8th, and the Papelbot threw a perfect 9th.
The lone run? Courtesy of a Manny bomb in the 4th: I would have posted a picture here, but Tex keeps reading my mind and posting the same picture I'm planning on using first: STOP DOING that Tex. ;)
Bottom line: the Red Sox will do no worse than take the series, and should get me my Father's Day wish of a sweep, plus the MFY's end their day the way they began it: 8.5 behind the Sox.
And a special thank you to Carol, her husband John, and Baby D for my surprise Father's Day gift: you made this Dad's day.
Happy Father's Day to Scotty, Henpecked, Horsham, John, Carol's John, and any other Dad who reads this car crash I call a blog but has never posted.