Thursday, February 18, 2010

Pitchers and Catchers: Officially Reported!

I'm going to go out on a limb here and just assume that everyone who is supposed to be in Ft. Myers today is IN Ft. Myers today. The mere thought of this makes me smile. You can't see it, but believe me, I am smiling!

Yesterday, I was perusing stories about who had already shown up to camp early. Paps? Check. Binky? Check. Beckett? Um.... no. Maybe I missed it, but the Commander hadn't made an appearance yet. He probably wanted to cherish one last day of sitting on the couch, drinking beer, and nom'ing on the bodies of animals he proudly killed. That's right. Beckett noms. On animals. At least, that's the story I'm sticking with. But hey, the mental image amuses me, and that's what it's all about, right? Keeping myself amused? The answer here is yes.

I imagine a room with huge cathedral ceilings. Animal parts hanging from every wall. Brick fireplace. Bear skin rug (from an actual bear, that Josh pulled to pieces with his own two hands), a few 24 packs of beer, and just a plate full of meat. He would be sitting on his leather sofa, with a cowboy hat and some badass boots, just enjoying his free time. I like this image. And no, I don't hate animals, and I would never kill one myself, but I know for a fact that Josh likes hunting, so don't tell me he wouldn't have dead animals on his wall.

Man, I got SO far off track on that one. Anyway, here's hoping that the Commander trades in his cowboy boots for his cleats and enjoys a wonderful spring so he can have a terrific season, and maybe we can actually keep him at the end of it all. Because I love Josh, and I don't want to have to lose Josh and Mikey in the same year.

Happy reporting day, pitchers and catchers (and Red Sox fans!)

Update: Ok, so Josh WAS there early. Doesn't mean I don't still have the mental image. Don't try to ruin my day dreams!

Friday, February 12, 2010

Happy Truck Day

Nothing interesting to report today.... except this one thing.

It's truck day! Hooray!

And for those wondering why truck day is such an exciting day, keep this in mind... it's 10 degrees where I am right now. Truck day means baseball is coming soon. Baseball means warm is coming soon. You're damn right I'm gonna celebrate!

Tuesday, February 2, 2010

My Tribute to Someone Who Hated Baseball

No one seemed to hate baseball any more than my dad. He never watched sports, didn't care about any of them, scoffed at people who followed them. He watched war movies. The history channel. Documentaries.

He spent his time reading books. Lots and lots of books. When he wasn't reading, he was working, or down in his workshop making swords and leather goods, and whatever we needed. He had no tolerance or time for anything sport related.

And yet.... he always let me ramble on to him about what was going on in baseball. Or pro-wrestling (technically sports entertainment, I know. shut up), or whatever else. But he hated baseball, and still he knew almost all the starters, because I wouldn't shut up about them. He'd humor me and listen, even though he probably wanted to rip his own ears off.

My dad cared enough about me to share in something that he hated, just because it gave him time to spend with his youngest daughter. He always wanted me, my mom, and my sister to be happy, and I can honestly say that he would have done anything for us. So now three years have passed since he's been gone, and though I find it unbelievable that it's been so long, I remember my dad on my baseball blog because well... it's what he'd expect me to do.

And where ever he is, I have to believe he still cares enough to listen. I love you, dad.