With a decision I'm sure they are currently regretting over shots of Jack Daniels, we were invited to spend the day out on the water and in the home of a great friend of the Red Sox Dad, Edge of Design, who posts here.
If you've never spent several hours on a boat with Rakes, well my friend, you just haven't lived. When we were able to get into the intertube and ride the waves, he was fine. When it was being used by Ciera and Edge's little girl? All bets were off.
One minute he's grabbing the rope he's holding in the picture, humming the Indiana Jones theme and kicking Mr. Leon in the back of the head as he swings across the boat. Or he's leaning over the edge of the boat trying to touch the water. Or standing up in the back seat and laughing maniacally at passing boats and the random bird we came across.
BTW, you've never known panic until you are out in the middle of a lake, 20 minutes from the nearest restroom, and you hear Rakes say the following: "Dad. I've dotta poop. BEALLY BAD."
The Red Sox start a 3 game set with Seattle in about 25 minutes after dropping 3 games to the A's. My only message to the boys?
See the ball. Catch the ball. Throw the ball. And above all else?
HIT the ball.