Rakes starts swim lessons tomorrow, and I'm a tad worried. See, the lady he's taking the lessons from would make "The Soup Nazi" from Seinfeld seem like a pacifist.
Don't get me wrong; whatever she does, it works. Ciera was 4 years old and afraid of the water, and after 5 days she was diving off the diving board, swimming the length of the pool, and has been swimming like a fish ever since. However, she cried every day before she went and every night before she went to bed that week, begging me not to make her go back.
I have no idea what goes on in these sessions, as parents are only allowed to watch the last day. From the way she acted, you'd think they were treated worse than prisoners at Gitmo. Ciera is a tad on the sensitive side, though. It may have been the drill Seargent like atmosphere was just a little much for her.
We didn't warn the teacher about Rakes, and we didn't warn Rakes about her. I just figured it'd be best if the two of them got to know each other on their own terms. This lady has been doing this for about 20 summers now; Any takers on if she makes it to 21?
This may make the battle of wills between Hank Steinbrenner and Brian Cashman seem like a day in the park.
If she does survive? Little does she know I've got this one waiting in the wings.
The Red Sox take off to Tampa tonight, dropping 2 out of 3 to the Astros. Beckett went 7 innings, gave up 2 runs, and should have won the game. Instead, we had Oki lay an egg in the 8th inning and as I head to bed the Rays have sole possession of 1st place in the AL East.
Enjoy it while it lasts, Tampa. Tomorrow night, hells comin'.
And the Red Sox are comin' with it.