A man and his toys.
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
New Name??
The other night our sweet tooth kicked in and Vanilla and I made a trip to the store. While there we each picked out our treats and after getting home, we looked at how different our teeth really are.
Sunday, September 21, 2008
Apple Pie and Pin Stripes
It's the top of the sixth, There's two outs, three balls, one strike with a runner on second. And suddenly, it's a full count. With that, ball four brings the batter to first. Suddenly, the pitcher's face looks like a child who's gotten in trouble and is trying to hold back the tears. The catcher and the manager approach the mound as the bullpen gate swings open. The tears that are hiding, are for the end of an era. Ball four is the last pitch he will ever throw in Yankee Stadium.
Just on the other side of the left field wall construction is well under way for the new Yankee Stadium. Barring a series of losses and wins by certain teams, the Yankee will not make the playoffs this year, giving no chance for another home game at the current 85 year-old "house that Ruth built."
Even if you don't know what a ground rule double is, you know the Yankees. You've heard of Reggie Jackson, Babe Ruth, Joe DiMaggio, Yogi Berra, Lou Gehrig, Mickey Mantle, and countless others who have worn their pin stripes to work.
I am personally not a fan of the Yankees, but I am a fan of baseball, of history, of sportsmanship, of camaraderie and good, old-fashioned rivalry.
I grew up watching my grandmother watch the Braves play at Fulton County Stadium. She would turn the volume all the way down and have the radio on the game so that she could hear her favorite announcers give the play by play. The phone would ring every time someone made it to home plate.
As the only girl in a neighborhood full of boys, I spent many summer days swinging for the fences, or at least for the line of trees that was considered the home run line. The water hose hanging on the wall served as a perfect strike zone, a sapling of a pecan tree made a weary first base. The part of second base was played by the grate over the ditch and sliding into third was not an option since it doubled as a driveway.
As the world has evolved with technology at our fingertips, communication has become just as more frequent as it has become less personal. But there is no denying the interaction between fans of two different teams on game day. Love of the game, love of a team forces people to profess their deepest emotion and ideas.
America would not be America without baseball and baseball would not be baseball without America. They are woven together like a blanket that warms our hearts in the crisp weather of October.
"It ain't over... till it's over." - Yogi Berra
"Yet today I consider myself the luckiest man on the face of this earth." - Lou Gehrig
"I hit the first home run (in Yankee Stadium), God only knows who will hit the last." - Babe Ruth
Just on the other side of the left field wall construction is well under way for the new Yankee Stadium. Barring a series of losses and wins by certain teams, the Yankee will not make the playoffs this year, giving no chance for another home game at the current 85 year-old "house that Ruth built."
Even if you don't know what a ground rule double is, you know the Yankees. You've heard of Reggie Jackson, Babe Ruth, Joe DiMaggio, Yogi Berra, Lou Gehrig, Mickey Mantle, and countless others who have worn their pin stripes to work.
I am personally not a fan of the Yankees, but I am a fan of baseball, of history, of sportsmanship, of camaraderie and good, old-fashioned rivalry.
I grew up watching my grandmother watch the Braves play at Fulton County Stadium. She would turn the volume all the way down and have the radio on the game so that she could hear her favorite announcers give the play by play. The phone would ring every time someone made it to home plate.
As the only girl in a neighborhood full of boys, I spent many summer days swinging for the fences, or at least for the line of trees that was considered the home run line. The water hose hanging on the wall served as a perfect strike zone, a sapling of a pecan tree made a weary first base. The part of second base was played by the grate over the ditch and sliding into third was not an option since it doubled as a driveway.
As the world has evolved with technology at our fingertips, communication has become just as more frequent as it has become less personal. But there is no denying the interaction between fans of two different teams on game day. Love of the game, love of a team forces people to profess their deepest emotion and ideas.
America would not be America without baseball and baseball would not be baseball without America. They are woven together like a blanket that warms our hearts in the crisp weather of October.
"It ain't over... till it's over." - Yogi Berra
"Yet today I consider myself the luckiest man on the face of this earth." - Lou Gehrig
"I hit the first home run (in Yankee Stadium), God only knows who will hit the last." - Babe Ruth
Saturday, September 13, 2008
Dropping a line
I just wanted to say hello and explain my absence lately.
Even though much has happened since my last post, I in no way find any of it interesting.
We have had a few storms which have been somewhat disruptive to our daily lives. I can't complain, it could be worse.
In the midst of all the wind and rain, Vanilla managed to tear an abdominal muscle. Yay!
The cost, in addition to hanging out overnight in the ER, seems to be running at about the $10,000 mark so far. Good thing we have insurance. I found out only yesterday that we only have to be responsible for about $3000. Yay!
The best part was that the whole ordeal prompted an impromptu visit from some family members. While it is always lovely to see our loved ones, but it's better when you have more than an hour and half notice to clean the entire house before their arrival. Yay!
Vanilla and I, he's fine now by the way, also decided that we in no way like where we live. Yay!
Ho hum..
Anyway.. Hopefully things will pick up soon..
Later Ya'll,
Flip Flop
Even though much has happened since my last post, I in no way find any of it interesting.
We have had a few storms which have been somewhat disruptive to our daily lives. I can't complain, it could be worse.
In the midst of all the wind and rain, Vanilla managed to tear an abdominal muscle. Yay!
The cost, in addition to hanging out overnight in the ER, seems to be running at about the $10,000 mark so far. Good thing we have insurance. I found out only yesterday that we only have to be responsible for about $3000. Yay!
The best part was that the whole ordeal prompted an impromptu visit from some family members. While it is always lovely to see our loved ones, but it's better when you have more than an hour and half notice to clean the entire house before their arrival. Yay!
Vanilla and I, he's fine now by the way, also decided that we in no way like where we live. Yay!
Ho hum..
Anyway.. Hopefully things will pick up soon..
Later Ya'll,
Flip Flop
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