I stumbled across this picture tonight while surfing the Internets, and even though I'd seen it before, I noticed a few more things tonight.
Obviously, you've got Tek in a state of shock and Millar, well, being Millar after the Red Sox swept the Cardinals in '04. But it's the background that you need to look at it.
First, there is Dave Freaking Roberts, he of the stolen base that will live forever, just behind Tek, raising his arms in victory. Then, just over Millar's left shoulder is the original Dirt Dog, Trot Nixon.
If you've ever read this mess of a blog, you know that we named our third child Trot. Contrary to what some people believe, that wasn't done lightly. We gave a lot of thought to what we named each of our 3 kids; believe me, I don't want one of them down at the county court house as soon as they turn 18 to change their name.
Ciera was a name Ang always liked, and her middle name of Allene is in honor of Ang's dad Alvis. Rakes is my Mom's maiden name and his middle name, Edward, is both mine and my Pop's middle name.
Trot Matthew is in honor of two men I hold in the highest regard; Matthew is for my brother Matt, who also happens to be my best friend NOT named Angie. Even though he's a dink, I love the guy. Trot, well, my love for all things Red Sox is well documented. And if you can find a better example of a ball player, let me know.
One day when he asks me why we named him Trot, I'm gonna tell him to go get Dad's book on the 2004 World Series team, find the guy with the filthy hat and the dirty uniform, and tell that person you were named for the roughest, toughest Red Sox player on that band of brothers.
Here's to Trot Nixon and Trot Dalton; two of a kind.
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