Yesterday at my nieces 2nd birthday party, Rakes apparently did his best Indiana Jones impression. Timing his leap from the teeter totter to the chain on the swing, he repeatedly performed this move (I imagine humming the theme song every time) until his Grandmother made him stop. Nothing like an overprotective Grandparent to ruin his good time.)
Today, I took him and his sister to the pool, where he had to pull his shorts up 567 times, ate 7 pieces of water melon he begged off one of my neighbors, and had to sit in time out 2 times because he kept screaming out lines from "The Temple of Doom" while splashing his fellow swimmers with complete disregard for their well being.
I spend half of my time with him shaking my head in disbelief, while I use the other half laughing my head off. I honestly have no idea what I'm going to do with this child. He's already playing soccer and T-Ball; maybe I need to sign him up to be a cage fighter to round him out and take away the rough edges.
For now? He's sleeping peacefully in his bed like an angel.
He's probably dreaming about running the world someday.
In Red Sox news, they took 2 out of 3 from the Mariners today, with JD Drew continuing to show all of RSN why Theo and company were so high on him. His solo shot to deep center field was the difference in the 2-1 win over Seattle, as well as his Nixon-esque play in RF. About the only thing a Red Sox fan can complain about right now is he wasn't knee deep in the melee with the Rays the other night like that other guy who used to play RF and wear #7.
Personally? I'd rather have our best hitters as far away from that kind of donnybrook as possible. Give me the sweet swing, RBI's, and Home Runs any day of the week.
All that said, I still miss Trot.
Godspeed, Dirt Dog.