Lord help me: Rakes has discovered Star Wars.
Up until now, all his sword fighting has been imitating Peter Pan and Bibleman, the latter being a really cheesy children's series starring that dude that used to play Scott Baio's running buddy on "Charles in Charge". Bad acting but good lessons for the wee ones, especially my budding juvenile delinquent.
We have now entered Defcon 5: ever since I got home, I've been asked "but is a dedi, Dad?" and "bhy dat man dot horns on his head?", not to mention the 3, 279 times he's asked me if I "bant to dordfight, Dad?".
It's like he's been drinking water all his life, and all of a sudden we gave him a Jolt cola: instant freak out. He has watched "The Phantom Menace" 4 times today: he sits and watches when there is no fighting, but whenever the light sabers come out, he's up swinging his sword over his head like Conan the Barbarian.
I don't think this is a positive development for my walls, ceiling fans, or the two other children and their well being. And I'm questioning the sanity of my Mom for letting him borrow the DVD and my wife for letting him watch the stinkin' thing.
Down in Tampa, Daisuke gave up 2 runs on a BJ Upton home run: final score, 2-1 Devil Rays. I have no explanation for why the bats turn into useless pieces of wood whenever he pitches, but it happened again tonight. 14, yep, 14 freaking runners were LEFT ON BASE tonight. Makes me want to hit my nether regions with a 2 liter coke bottle to see that many potential runs handing their batting helmets and gloves to 1B coach Luis Alicea: poor guy needs a wheelbarrow to haul off the helmets, batting gloves, and assorted body armor for 14 men.
Still, we took the series while the best the Yankees can do is win 1 out of 3 from the Angels: we do that the rest of the way, the Sox are playing in the postseason and the Yankees are making tee times at Pebble Beach.
I wonder if Rakes can use some of his new found Jedi mind tricks and make the ball look as big as the moon to the Angel hitters tonight?