Misc

Safe TV

Does anyone remember when TV cartoon characters would break character, look directly into the camera and say, “Kids, we’re trained professionals. Don’t try this at home.”?

I wonder how creators felt about that. It seemed like an unnecessary interruption in an otherwise entertaining show. On one hand, I guess it could have made kids feel they had a more personal connection to the cartoon character. On the other hand, I think it could have put off some kids and confused them about the story or the character, especially if the character was a villain.

I think it was a government issued requirement of the time.

Baseball, Misc, MLB, On Writing, Sports, Writing

Productive Day

This was a very productive day. I might’ve kept going, but the Astro-Ray game started and Verlander is pitching. This is Game 4. If the Astros win today, they win the division. If they lose, there’ll be Game 5.

The Braves and Cardinals are 2-2, so are the Dodgers and Nationals. They’ll all settle in their Game 5s.

Oh, and the Yankees already swept out the Twins.

Misc

Where I Want to Be

It’s been a long road.
So many days have gone by.
There are times I will always remember,
And I still have the old pictures.
I’m sitting here thinking
How I’d like to be there again.

When I was a kid, we had a house
At the end of Big Buck Lane.
The world wasn’t much more
Than our neighborhood,
But that was all we needed.
In the spring and summertime
We’d ride our bikes where we wanted,
As long as we stayed within our limits.
It was just three short streets,
But I had felt free.

I want to be there again.

Sometimes we’d sit on the grass
By the basement window
And listen to mom and dad’s
Band practice after sunset.
And I remember playing basketball
On the patio beside the deck.
We had no hoop to shoot for,
But we still managed to score.
Life wasn’t always easy,
But I had felt at peace.

I want to be there again.

It was a time when I was pure at heart
And life was new and full of adventure.
The trails in the woods were haunted war paths
And the sandpit had buried treasure.

Our weapons were cap guns
And plastic bows and arrows.
Sometimes swords and knives
Were the better choice.
Before Nintendo came into our home
And motorcycles were what we rode,
Before we got into bigger things,
That’s where I want to be.

I want to be there again.

Baseball, Football, Hunting, Misc, NFL, Sports

‘Twas A Fine Sunday


Today we celebrated my great nephew Ezra’s first birthday. It was just a small gathering at Mom and Dad’s. I got Ezra’s a real baseball. I know he’s a bit young to play baseball, but I thought if I put a baseball in his hands early, he might come to love the game.

I had put the ball down on the table at my mom and dad’s and moved on. I guess someone handed it to Ezra, because a few minutes later they’re telling me, “He loves it, Robert. He’s smiling.”

I looked over. Anthony was holding Ezra. Ezra had the ball in one hand and he was holding it out toward me. I didn’t know he would have such a good one-hand grip on it yet. I hope he doesn’t start throwing fastballs around the house before he’s two.

Ezra unwrapped some presents, and then my dad and I watched the Lions. The Lions won and they are now one tie and two wins into the season. After the game, I went out to my hunting ground to look at my tower.

The blind on my tower was torn to pieces. So, I took the top part of the tower off. This year I’ll hunt with nothing over my head. I’ll hang camouflage netting from the rails of the tower, but that’ll be it.

Misc

No Horsey

It really makes me mad when I find that the bottle of horseradish sauce I had delivered yesterday was already open. I was just going to put some on my hamburgers and the cap was loose. I know I hadn’t opened it yet. I threw it in the garbage.

Misc

Shipt Shopping

A Shipt Shopper just delivered a few groceries. One of the items I’d wanted was a 12-pack of Rolling Rock. I decided on the Rolling Rock because it was going for $8.59 and that seemed like a good deal for that much beer.

The Shipt Shopper sent me this picture with the text “Bad news, that’s where the Rolling Rock is supposed to be.” I ended up deciding on a different beer, but maybe I should’ve picked the little devil.