baseball

It’s hard to be a SOX fan right now. Tied for first with the Twinkees and, well, the good guys lack confidence and it really shows on the field.

Swagger?

Not so much.
They’ve even lost some fights - it seems AJ is always on the ass end of an ass beating and Sunday was no different.

Except one thing stood out. For once (or maybe this was the second or third time ever) – Ozzie was right to have a fit.

Usually he’s playing tough guy / player’s best friend and defending the millionaires on the most mundane of issues. A beat throw. A missed tag. But Sunday was nothing short of quality management.

In honor of his spirited show, I wore my misspelled Ozzy is My Homeboy t-shirt yesterday. Yes, I paid money knowing it was wrong. It was well worth $15 to have all these Texans stare for they have no idea of the greatness embedded in my cotton shirt.

Together we have hope. Not the “it’s gonna happen” type of hope, but hope that Ozzie’s tirade can turn around an aged, streaky team with nowhere near the domination seen in 2005.

Damnit, go you SOX!

GO already! Win… for Ozzie’s sake.

Remember when you learning about where the names of days originated? Thursday is after the God of Thunder, Thor. Not to be confused with this God of Thunder, Thor.

What the hell was Wednesday?

Last weekend Corky and Karen drove to Austin to see visit the family and celebrate 44 years of married bliss.

Wow.
44 years.

I’m in still in awe. How did you put up with him for so long, Karen?

Grandma Karen presented Katie and Patrick two beautiful outfits (each) that she custom crafted. She could open a business selling these outfits, they’re that good.

PJ looks resplendent in his red-pinstriped baseball overalls (thank God they’re not blue like a certain team I despise). I love to hold him in the seersucker.

Katie is cool as a cucumber in her side-vented shirt with matching bloomers. The patterns are fun.

Dessert as seen through my iPhone. The service at Eddie Vs was impeccable, and they brought this amazing molten chocolate cake for the Karen and Corky. So. Damn. Good.