Oh my goodness, it's been six weeks?
Well. I been nudged. Better give the public what they want.
I haven't really had a reason not to update (except forgetting my password), but I haven't had much reason to update either. I'm sort of bored and impatient at the moment, knowing now it's just a day over two weeks until I can FINALLY go home. Nothing bad about Cincy, but the West Coast sticks in your blood. I heard in some movie or read in some book once about how old sailors are always called home by the ocean. Guess that makes me an old sailor. ?
Bookkeeping, cause I never said it before: Fraternity living is a lot less eventful than I remember college being. Maybe that's because I'm an old fart, but really, for living with 2 other guys, I believe we're avoiding the stereotype quite well. The place is pretty much spotless, which I think is a function of me missing my kids (Eric included) and cleaning up after them. I don't know how Rich Aurilia and I roped Brandon Philips into staying with us. We're both "older than dirt" in his words. Whatever, man, I need only to refer to him as "kid" and he gets all defensive. I could do a lot worse if provoked. The team's kicking booty, and le olde ba is up around .300 again, so I must have done something right in spring training. My girls are starting 4th and 1st grades this fall, and Ella just turned 2-and-a-third Wednesday. Eric of course is my lowest profile child, not attracting much attention where he is. >:D Nah, everybody loves Eric. I hear he's getting a tv show to replace that Raymond guy.
AAAAAAAND drum roll please! Here is the crowning glory, the piece de resistance of my update. I read this in ESPN magazine's most recent issue, and my head turned a rich shade of plum from laughing so hard:
"A's LF Nick Swisher 'is the most irritating player in the league,' says one GM. 'He wears the double wristbands, the double elbow bands and thinks he's Babe Ruth and should never make an out.'"
Haaaaaaaaa, God love ya, Nicky, but that is so true.
Cheers!
I haven't really had a reason not to update (except forgetting my password), but I haven't had much reason to update either. I'm sort of bored and impatient at the moment, knowing now it's just a day over two weeks until I can FINALLY go home. Nothing bad about Cincy, but the West Coast sticks in your blood. I heard in some movie or read in some book once about how old sailors are always called home by the ocean. Guess that makes me an old sailor. ?
Bookkeeping, cause I never said it before: Fraternity living is a lot less eventful than I remember college being. Maybe that's because I'm an old fart, but really, for living with 2 other guys, I believe we're avoiding the stereotype quite well. The place is pretty much spotless, which I think is a function of me missing my kids (Eric included) and cleaning up after them. I don't know how Rich Aurilia and I roped Brandon Philips into staying with us. We're both "older than dirt" in his words. Whatever, man, I need only to refer to him as "kid" and he gets all defensive. I could do a lot worse if provoked. The team's kicking booty, and le olde ba is up around .300 again, so I must have done something right in spring training. My girls are starting 4th and 1st grades this fall, and Ella just turned 2-and-a-third Wednesday. Eric of course is my lowest profile child, not attracting much attention where he is. >:D Nah, everybody loves Eric. I hear he's getting a tv show to replace that Raymond guy.
AAAAAAAND drum roll please! Here is the crowning glory, the piece de resistance of my update. I read this in ESPN magazine's most recent issue, and my head turned a rich shade of plum from laughing so hard:
"A's LF Nick Swisher 'is the most irritating player in the league,' says one GM. 'He wears the double wristbands, the double elbow bands and thinks he's Babe Ruth and should never make an out.'"
Haaaaaaaaa, God love ya, Nicky, but that is so true.
Cheers!