My sister's softball team

My sister, Meghan, is on an adult (18 and over) recreational softball team. This is one of the worst teams ever assembled. There are two good players on the team, Meghan and her friend, Colleen. They usually get stomped about 30-0 (no exaggeration). The team that they played Monday night looked like a much stronger and more athletic team. They had a very involved coach, so I thought that they were going to kill Meghan's team. He was showing them who should cover the bases and when and where to throw. Meghan's team has a coach, but I don't think I have seen him coach. He posts the lineup and then keeps score. Meghan's team has a second baseman that broke a nail on a play last week and then proceeded to take care of her finger while the batter rounded second and went to third!! Their left fielder does not run for a ball until it goes over her head. Until that point she will just watch it fly over her. When a ball goes into the outfield, the outfielders will look at each other like, "Hey, I got the last one." When they bat, most of them look like they are barely able to hold the 34 ounce bat up. To ask them to swing is far too much exertion!! On Monday night though, with all of the planets in whatever formation they were in, Meghan's team pulled out a 21-14 victory!! For a while I was thinking that I was in an alternate softball universe. I was looking for Ashton Kutcher because I was certain that I was being Punk'd. Meghan's team winning???? I was confident that all was right in the world, though, when with one out to go, the left fielder pulled up her shirt to look at her bellybutton ring!!! That's right. You read that correctly - she pulled up her shirt in the field while the game was going on TO LOOK AT HER BELLYBUTTON RING!!! Congratulations, Meghan. That may be the only one for awhile!

Happy Wednesday is a bust again.

Happy Wednesday is a recent tradition that started due to two facts. 1) Larry moved back home and 2) no one can handle working with Jodie, Roger and myself. How do these tie in? Glad you asked. Our Wednesday night crew consists of two managers, Roger and I and a cashier, Jodie. Jodie should be a manager but that is another gripe for anouther day. Anyway, some of the things that we have done include superball fights, various puck throwing events (including getting Larry's sock stuck in the rafters), broomball, cheese throwing (at each other), and many others that I don't recall of the top of my head. Larry has joined the fun not as an employee, but as a visitor. Roger is not usually there late anymore because he now has to be in early everyday. Therefore, Jodie, Larry and I are truely the three stooges. Which is good because nobody can handle Jodie and I - except Roger and Larry and vice versa. I really wish Roger was still with us. Jodie takes a two week vacation every year and last year we had to fill her slot with another cashier who we nearly made cry from our antics. She still complains about those two weeks a year later. As I write this, Jodie is on her vacation for the last two Wednesdays hopefully having fun. Larry has had to be up at 3am for the last two Wednesdays. I have been by myself for the last two Wednesdays... BORED TO TEARS!!! Happy Wednesdays usually end with a trip to Steak n Shake where we pester the poor waitress. I am really missing my two Happy Wednesday buddies. Without them, Wednesdays are just another day. However, next Wednesday, with Jodie back and Larry having normal hours - hopefully, we will be back in business and I will be able to make it through the night without yawning every 30 seconds!! Oh, and I'm sure we will have done something that we should have fired for!!!

So there I was...

... Standing in line at the grocery store with my loaf of bread - that's all - and the lady ahead of me is all scanned and getting ready to write her check. A CHECK???? I'm thinking to myself, "This is not going to be quick." I was right. She had to flip through about 20 duplicates to get to the next in her sequence. This of course took forever and I have no patience and neither do my two kids. THEN she had to find the piece of paper to put under that check. THEN she had to flip through half of them again to get back to the spot in the checkbook that she lost looking for her piece of paper.

Now we come to another classic. She had to ask" How much was it again?" LOOK AT THE FUCKING SCREEN IN FRONT OF YOU!!! The kids are whining and I am about to finish writing the check for her since I have now celebrated 2 birthdays waiting for her to complete her transaction. Finally after what seemed to be a year and a half, she finished writing out her $13.49 check.

My point is this... I am going to run for state senate on the platform that anyone who holds up an EXPRESS line or who has 22 items in the "12 items or fewer line" can be shot on sight.

Who's with me??

What's up with the Blues?

As we all know, the St. Louis Blues are for sale. I do not believe the rumors of a move to Kansas City. That is not a good hockey market for a long haul. I posed the question yesterday to Panama Jackass about Mike Shanahan re-purchasing the team and then I went to the St. Louis Post-Dispatch earlier today and saw that Mike Shanahan, Jr. was interested in purchasing the team and keeping it here in the Lou. As you may or may not know, Jr. also owns the Missouri River Otters.

I saw Bert and Ray (the Blues equipment guy and trainer, respectively), but figured that they were sick of talking about it so I just made small talk which got me nowhere! :)

Anyway, I will keep my ear to the ground and hopefully we will have the ST. LOUIS Blues here for a long, long time!

Later.

A week later...

I would love to tell you about the Scott's party and the incident at the Tiki Bar, however you will have to ask someone conscious... On a brighter note... On Saturday we celebrated Delaney's 2nd birthday at the Ice Zone. Thanks to Kathy's stroke of genius we were not in the storm that was passing by. I wanted to have a barbeque, but nooooooo. We had to be inside and away from the rain, thunder, lightening and subsquent humidity. The only problem that we had was that just after we got to the rink the power on our side of the mall was knocked out. After the 3007th round of Kumbaya (2 hours), the lights came on. This was not only a relief to us, but for the compressors which had just gotten down to the temperature that we wanted after being out for three days!! Everyone seemed to have fun skating after the blackout and I guess all's well that ends well. As a side note, Larry found yet another reason not to see Delaney on skates. Steph and Roy saw her, but where was Larry? East Coast - so he says...

Welcome

Welcome to my blog. If you are here you probably know me, sooo... After an early exit in the playoffs our Iceholes team will have next week off since the championship game will not include us. To help with the pain of the loss, we will head down to the Lake and drown our sorrows at the Tiki Bar at Casa Pasley. No doubt Mondays entry will be a good one. Until then...