Look, the Red Sox dropped their third game in a row to the Yankees today, Josh Beckett and Clay Buchholz pitched like it was game 7 of the World Series the last two nights and got bupkus for support, and our bats have decided to take this weekend off for some reason.
The Sox are 5.5 games back, the MFY look unbeatable, and the Ray's are nipping at our heels in both the AL East and the Wild Card race. But was it over when the Germans bombed Pearl Harbor? Did we give up and quit in 2004 when we were down 3 games to none and looked about as imposing as Erkel at the plate?
Besides, I've got irrefutable proof that all is not lost; tomorrow is a new day and miracles do indeed exist.
Rakes was the only kid under the age of 7 who memorized his memory verse at Vacation Bible School this week, won a $15 gift card to Wal-Mart, and somehow convinced me to abandon my set in stone rule of "NEVER. And I mean NEVER go to Wal-Mart on the weekend" and take him tomorrow.
(Yes, he's got his apron on backwards. Don't ask.)
Amazingly, when he was called up to get his prize he didn't trash talk the other pre-Kindergarten children nor did he flex his arms and utter "check out the guns". My little man is growing up I guess.
That doesn't mean I don't expect to wake up and see pigs flying by my window, rain coming from the ground up, and turn on the tv to see Jack Bauer has renounced his violent ways and the upcoming season of "24" will be devoted to saving the rain forest.
Not to be out done by her younger and more likely to end up on Prozac brother, Ciera made me just as proud by being one of the few pre-teens to know her verses as well. As you can see from the picture, she was humble and quiet about achieving this honor.
I half way expected her to moonwalk for a few seconds.
Trot, bless his little heart, didn't win any awards or memorize any verses or even make it to the bath room on several occasions. He did, however, have a blast, danced his ever loving rear end off at the closing ceremonies, and only managed to leave one child (on the first day, mind you) with a goose egg the size of a golf ball on his forehead.
With the look he's giving me in this picture I guess I should count my blessings.
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