Monday, July 30, 2007

Perfect Record!!

So, I played softball this season for the first time ever! Well, I played Little Leaue in grade school, but I think I stopped in 5th grade. So, I was 10 or 11 at the time and now I'm older, so that means I haven't played in about 17-18 years!

Anyway, we finished our final game tonight, and I'm happy to report that we had a perfect record: 11-0. Oops, I mean 0-11. Now this was one of those things that was bound to happen. Here's our team: We have 3 men that play softball and 2 women that do, the other half of the team is in the same boat as me or worse. So yea, that's my story.

Anyway, I pitched the last 7 games and we've been doing better. Partly because I seem to be a slightly better pitcher (if at all), but mostly because the guy that was pitching is one heck of a fielder! Well, the last three games were our best of the season, we lost by 3, 1, and 3 in chronological order. Whereas the first three games we lost by 15, 7, and 9.

Anyway, I wanted to celebrate with you all. Thank you.

As I was rereading this, I realize I use a lot of exclamation points when I write. A former roommate of mine is an English prof. who hates, detests exclamation points. Us living together? I smell sit-com! <-- Look! There was another one!

Monday, July 23, 2007


Somehow I got on a memory trip today in Greek. We were (re)learning the Greek word for blood and talking about Passover, in Greek. Yes, I realize that blood is not a good avenue for a memory trip, but bear with this.

In third grade, I was in the top math class which was taught by the art teacher. We took a math test of some sort and were instructed to not write or draw on the back. Of course, I thought that was silly, because who would write or draw on the back. (On a side note, I've never had the urge to press the red button, either, until told to not press it).

So, of course, I drew on the back. And showed it to the nerdiest kid. He was unimpressed. So I drew more. Still unimpressed. Then I finished my masterpiece. Almost all of the back had pencil marks on it and, for a third grader, it was a work of art.

"What was this masterpiece?" one might ask. Well, it was Jesus on the cross, with Mary, Mary Magdalene, Peter (turning away) and Jesus' brother. The sky was dark and there was a trail of blood dripping from the cross and into pools at the foot of the ancient Weapon of Singular Destruction. Pretty gruesome, eh?

Well, the teacher was not impressed. She pulled me out of Science class and the Science and Art/Math teachers talked to me in the hallway about the piece of "art." When they asked about blood, I lied and said that the pools were tears. When they made me erase the whole thing, I produced my own tears.

I hate art class.

This is similar in thought, but that's where the similarities end. Mine was a front shot like Raffaello's, no angels (I think) and only 1 person on the left, 2 on the right of the cross. Mine was a lot more morbid too.
Oh, and crappier, I might add.

P.S. When I was still working at the credit union, I would see each of these teachers periodically. After seeing my name, they "remembered" me. Maybe most 9 year olds don't draw psychotic religious art.

Friday, July 20, 2007


So apparently Tiger Woods does not have competition in this household, but I am now a golfer. I went golfing on Tuesday and rocked my own world.

The last time I went golfing was over the 4th of July in 1997. Becky, two others, and I went to a sandlot golf course in Gary, SD and played 2 or 3 holes before calling it quits. When I write sandlot, I do mean sand lot. The fairways were grass, I think, but the greens were definitely sand. It's the limestone baseball infield sand that doesn't really do anything, but it's easy to maintain.

This time, however, I was a madman! We played 18 holes. On one of the holes in the front nine, I teed off and my ball landed on the previous players ball, knocking his ball about 4 feet from the water hazard. The two "veteran" golfers spent the next 1/2 hour talking about how they've never seen that before and yadda, yadda, yadda... It was fun.

We played "best ball" which means that you get on a team and everybody drives the ball. Then you pick the ball that has the best placement and take the non-best placed ball(s) and hit them from there... and so forth. I was on a team with one of Becky's coworkers (one of the aforementioned "veterans") and we even chose my ball (a lot). Granted, not as much as him, but a lot for my first time golfing.

I'm planning on going again. In fact, I might head to the driving range tout suite. Hmm... nap or golf. Tough decisions.

Sunday, July 01, 2007

Random Day

So, I was at the taste of MN and Gillette Fusion was there showing off their "wonderful" new shaving system. They were shaving people! So I got a shave by some random Gillette employee.

It was not the best shave, but it was the first shave I've ever had from someone else.

I just had to share.