* Picture courtesy of Tex.*
Yes, Tex: I'm just as surprised as you are she didn't drop the camera in the excitement of meeting a fellow Texan who just so happens to pitch for the Red Sox. She held on to it though, and took a great picture of Kyle Snyder and Steve the Ferret, which is another post altogether. He's Kelly's stuffed pet, and he's been to Fenway, Baltimore, San Diego, Philadelphia, Atlanta, and God knows where else. At this point he's the unofficial mascot for Surviving Grady and a legend in his own time.
There is a reason for this picture, as late today the announcement came down that the Red Sox and Snyder had reached an agreement on a 1 year deal after a breakthrough 2007 season. Which means the bullpen that won the World Series returns virtually intact, save an Eric Gagne here and there.
As happy as I am to see him back (guy has the best gunslinger walk of any athlete I've ever seen. He's a taller, skinnier version of John Wayne when he walks off the field), I was even more happy for my friend Cyn. She was supporting Snyder back in '06 when most of RSN was ready to trade him for a bag of Oreos and a slurpee, and was the first person I thought of when I read the news he was coming back. Congratulations, Cyn.
On the home front, Day 2 of the Rakes' Redemption tour started: in fact, Dad drove him to school, reminding him the whole time that IF he got a sticker he and I would play Star Wars together. At the same time, I reinforced the fact that if he WASN'T good, no movies or video games when I did get home.
After spending all that time and energy talking about the consequences of his behavior, I arrived to find out....
He was an angel. For the second day in a row my fingers hurt from playing the PS2, my ego is bruised that a 4 year old laughs at me while I repeatedly die onscreen, and his smile was a mile wide as I told him how proud I was of him for being such a good boy. However, I keep having this weird feeling.
It's sort of like watching DeNiro in "Goodfellas". At various points he was trying to keep a low profile while trying to run a semi-honest business, yet you knew that sooner or later he was gonna whack some guy. Then he's waving Henry's wife into some dirty window store to pick out a dress while some goon who looks like he just ate Joe Pesci waits inside.
That's the feeling I'm getting with Rakes and his good behavior at school; one of these days I'm going to get the call that he tied Mrs. Becca in the corner and proceeded to shake down the rest of his classmates for their share toy, while pillaging the prize box for the companion to the YoYo he won today. I'm guessing he'd then run down the hall yelling "FREEDOM" like some miniature version of Mel Gibson in "Braveheart", knocking pictures, fire extinguishers, and perfect attendance awards off the wall with reckless abandon.
Until then, I'm going to enjoy the stories of my well behaved little monster. It might not ever happen again.