My little girl won her first trophy today, and I could not have been more proud if she'd of hit a walk off home run off Mariano Rivera.
Ciera and her friend Anna entered our church's conference-wide talent competition and did an interprative dance. Now, you ask me about how many errors Mike Lowell had last year (6) or who was pitching when Dave Henderson hit that home run in the ALCS in '86 (Donnie Moore) I usually know what I'm talking about.
Dancing? As a proud member of the "2 left feet" society, I don't know the waltz from a hole in the ground. All I can tell you is she was the prettiest thing I'd ever seen dancing, and she danced like she'd been doing it for years. She did every move better than ANY of them women on "Dancing With the Stars".
Getting up in front of a huge crowd in a huge building is not easy for most adults: I told her she reminded me of Manny today: they could have landed the Goodyear blimp in the back of that room, and I really don't think she'd have noticed.
Watching her grow up is not the easiest thing to do: I'd like to stop time right now and keep her just like she is. Barring that, I'll just remember days like this one day when she's off living her own life and leaving me with my memories and my watery eyes.
Finally, Timmeh pitched great again, but the dreaded "lets just not score when Wake pitches" syndrome took over and the boys fell to the Yankees 3-1. Maybe Julian can channel Pedro circa 1999 and pull one out of his rear in most likely his last start.
Jon Lester's line in his rehab start last night: 5IP, 3H, 0R, 6K's, and 0BB. Looks like the kid will be anchoring the back end of the rotation in the very near future.
Think Fenway's gonna be electric THAT first start back?
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