Friday, January 9, 2009

My Life and Sports

These photos are from our World Series Parade in 1982.
I needed some photos to go with my story, and decided to use these.

First I will begin this story revealing to you that I come from a family with all brothers. Four to be exact, with me in the middle of them. The ages of us are, my oldest brother, 3 years older, second oldest, 18 months older,... me..., then one who is 3 years younger and one 11 years younger. The two older ones never let me play with them, that I remember, because I was a "girl". When the next one came after me, he played with me, somewhat, in that I got to boss him a little. The youngest was just too much of an age difference. The point of me telling you this, is that, they had their friends and I had mine. I didn't get to play baseball, etc. whatever they did, I wasn't included. Somewhere, on a rare day, I remember learning how to box with boxing gloves, frog arms, to see who would give first, and learned the meaning of "saying uncle". We just never grew up being very close, and still aren't really. My Dad was not much of a sports fan either except when he got much older, and then he preferred the Cubs. Don't ask me why, because I have no idea. I have a memory of going to one Cardinals game with my Uncle who was a HUGE fan. He had extra tickets to a game and my Mom, me and my cousin, (his daughter) went to the game. My Mom rarely got to get out and do anything "Fun". I remember her being so excited about getting to be at the game, she jumped up screaming at every hit, strike out, foul ball, whatever. She jumped up yelling and clapping, not even being aware of what team was up to bat, etc. (She was far worse than me) At least I kinda knew some of the basics. Finally my Uncle, who found all of this humorous, (or was incredibly embarrassed) started telling her when she was yelling and cheering for the opposing team. "Whoops!", she said. She settled down a little after that.
I never really paid all that much attention to sports until I married my husband, whom has been a fan since he was maybe 4 years old. I did watch the games in the late 70's and there after, but not with all that much knowledge of what was going on. I can tell you nothing about the rules or stats or who plays on the other teams. I only pay a small amount of attention, barely enough, to even have a conversation about it. The only reason I went to the 82 parade was because a friend of mine called me that morning and begged me to go with her and her son.

Our son is a very big fan of both baseball and hockey and has been ever since he was maybe 4 years old. That is a very nice bond he and my husband have. They rarely have a lack of conversation because of their sports interest.
I did try, however, to do the old "If you can't beat them ...join them" thing, in 2003. I started watching all the games and thought I was becoming a real fan. I did pretty good for about 3 years and found myself getting tooo upset when they didn't play well and just realized that I was NOT a sports fan. Real sports fans love their team no matter what and can't wait for the new season to start. This much I know from observing my husband and son.
I do however have one guy who does our announcing named Mike Shannon that is my idol. It is his Shannonisms that I adore. He is the real reason for this post. He makes up his own words and phrases and he is "famous" for it. He and I have that in common. I combine words pretty often, and say things that don't make sense. Believe it or not my husband actually can figure out what I am talking about. Having lived with me for nearly 32 years, I guess he finally accepts me for how I am.
I thought I would include some of Mike's "sayings" and hope you find them as humorous as I have.

About what elevated Whitey Herzog as a manager: ''The key thing is, he has that photogenic mind.''

Swing and a homerun, but it's foul"

(On Jose Oquendo buying a new house) ''He's going to make his winter home here year-round.''

(Coleman called out on strikes) ‘‘He knew he was out when he heard that right hand go up.''

"This crowd is on their feet for the Canadian Star Spangled Banner."

A couple years back, Mike and Joe were discussing the horrible photographs of players that had been flashed on the screen at another ballpark. Mike's take on the quality of photo selection was, "Some of those guys looked like the picture was taken while they were seeing their first UFO." After several seconds of laughter, Joe added, "As opposed to their second or third?"

"Well, that's the life of a reliever. It's either a mountain or a valley, there's no in-between. You either get all the glory or all the...goat hair.”

Broadcasting from New York under a full moon:
"I wish you folks back in St. Louis could see this moon."

Urging Scott Rolen to take a pitch on 3-0:
"You don't kick that dog as he's sleeping on the porch, you don't step on his tail, you just walk on by. If you step on his tail, he might jump up and bite you on the ankle or the kneecap."

Referring to a young fan who was hit with a foul ball:
"And that youngster will leave the stadium with a souvenir today. Not a ball, but a nice looking bruise."

Talking about a road game in Montreal:
"This game is moving along pretty quick, it must have something to do with the exchange rate."

Referring to the Busch Stadium organist:
"Ernie Hayes is up there playing with his organ.”

After a batter leading off the ninth inning with his team down by three took a mighty swing but missed:
"He was trying to hit a three run homer with the bases empty. To my knowledge, no one in the history of the game has ever done that. But it could happen someday. You never know in this world of baseball."

The TV lights were on in the press box and the umpire stopped the game until they were turned off:
“The reason you can’t do that is the light will get in the fielder’s eyes and they’ll get hit right between the coconuts.”

"It's raining so hard I thought it was going to stop."

"I wouldn't have seen it if I hadn't believed it."

"You know, these professional hitters make it look easy, sometimes they just stick the bat out and spank the baby!"

"We'd like to say hello to all those folks listening in Monkey's Eyebrow, Kentucky."

Joe Buck: "Mike, the Cardinals would like to welcome a group of 19 French foreign exchange students in Section 382."
Mike: "Where're they from, Joe?"
Joe: "Uhh, France, I think."

Thursday, January 8, 2009


When our kids were little we used to love to play games together, and still do occasionally, when we can all get together. This used to be one of my daughter and her friends favorites. Clue. I haven't seen it in awhile, but I used to also love the movie. I like complicated mysteries even if I can't figure them out. I used to love to try and work logic puzzles and sudoku and most any pencil puzzle game. A TV show that my daughter and I have gotten interested in in the past few years is LOST. I did not watch it the first year or two and Katy kept telling me that I would like it, if I could catch up. I did get caught up and have been hooked ever since. One year it was very frustrating because they just kept introducing more and more characters and never getting to the point of anything. I was threatening to stop watching it that year. Many others were also. Last year, they really picked it up and did a great job of trying to explain some it the mysteries. I like searching for hidden meanings in life's adventures and this show is full of them. The writers really keep you on your toes, that is for sure! In two more weeks, the new shows start. I can't wait! I will be trying to watch the last few episodes to refresh my memory. Just thought I would do a post about this just in case there are others reading my blog that watch this show.

My starvation cleansing diet is still going on and my brain is still working for the most part. I have not lost any weight, which I wasn't expecting to. I am just doing it to give my body a rest for awhile and then will be starting on Weight Watcher's diet most likely. My foot does not look real good, but I am still putting neosporin on it and will be looking for the medicine Rudee recommended tomorrow after I take care of my dog who has severe allergies. And my eyebrows are slowing growing back. That is about all I have for today's episode.

Tuesday, January 6, 2009

I Won!!!

I won this beautiful Clapotis Shawl today over at Rudee's place! I promise to take good care of it Rudee and guard it from any disasters. I have had a few lately, unfortunately. (See previous posts)
Special things get special attention around here though. Sometimes I am afraid to wear some of my special jewelry because of losing it. I know it is going to be exciting to see it come in the mail!

This afternoon my Debbie Bliss book came from Amazon. I had checked this one out 2 or 3 times at the library, and never saw it at the book stores. When I saw that Amazon had it for a nice price I grabbed it. So far, early in my knitting experiences I like her patterns because they have such a simple elegant look to them. I posed the sock/hat on top of it, because I don't have a baby to put it on today. This is the sock I talked about in my previous post, that I had to turn into a hat. I used the wrong size needles. I now have the right size needles and I am working on a new pair of socks. I am determined to achieve knitting a nice pair of socks!!

Yesterday's Visit

Yesterday I had a visit from my son-in-law and Maddie, and then not long after they were here my son called and said he and his friend, Joe and his daughter were on their way over. They may not like me plastering their pictures on the internet, but this is a journal of "My Days'. The picture above is of the group. Brian, my son-in-law on the left with Maddie on his lap. Joe in the middle, with his daughter Erika on his lap, and my son Bobby on the right, with our dog Clifford looking at them.

This visit was special for a few reasons. Joe has been Bobby's friend since they were four years old, and he is in all of our birthday party pictures of Bobby's as they were growing up. They didn't get to attend the same High Schools, but still remained best friends. Joe had moved away for a job the past 5 or 6 years and has just moved back to this area to be with his family and a new job. It is nice for me to get to see Joe raising a family, since I have known him most of his life. He has known our family through our 2 dogs, Arthur and Clifford. Our dog Clifford is almost 15 years old and has his moments, when he isn't all that sharp. He did however, come out of hiding for Joe and Bobby. He seemed to remember Joe very well. I enjoyed watching Joe interact with his daughter. She is not quite 2 years old yet and is soooo cute.

Here she is sitting in Maddie's high chair. Neither Maddie or Erika have been in day care yet. They have only been taken care of by family members. So it was interesting to watch them observe each other. Maddie didn't seem to mind her playing with all her toys or sitting in her high chair, although if Maddie were closer to 2 instead of 1 she may have objected. Two year olds are pretty different from one year olds, from what I remember. As a Grand Parent instead of a Mom, I find myself thinking I should be an expert on child rearing, but find I am not able to remember things correctly, and certainly do not feel very much like an expert on anything.

Maddie was happy Clifford came out of his hiding place so she could see him. She loves him, but he is either afraid or very jeoulous of her and hides when she comes over.

This is what I would look like if I would let anyone take a picture of me. Ha. What I mean is that this is where I do my computing. At the kitchen table.

Today is day 3 of the starvation diet..I mean cleansing diet. That sounds more healthy. Tune in tomorrow for more "Days of My Life." Betcha can't wait.....Ha. I do not exactly live a soap opera life.

Sunday, January 4, 2009

Lets Hope Tomorrow Is Better

I should not be whining, but I will anyway. I have had some bad luck befall me the past couple of days. We were invited to a party last night and Bob had made some little smokies simmered with barbecue sauce in the crock pot to take. I don't know why I thought I could put the crock pot on the floorboard and just steady it there with my feet until we got to the party. As an after thought, NOW, it does seem kinda stupid. We had just turned out of the subdivision when the entire pot fell over and on my foot. We got back home in time for me to put a cold rag on my foot, which I think helped with the swelling. I did manage to get 2 big blisters out of it though.
The day before that, I realized that the sock I was knitting was going to be big enough for a giant, so I managed to turn it into a small cap for a baby. In hindsight though I am trying to figure out how I did NOT know it was too big the whole time I was working on it. It seems that my "common sense", that I used to be so proud of having, has disappeared.
Today I started on a 7 day cleansing thingy I got from the health food store. No food, just juices and fruit smoothies and a bunch of pills that I am not even sure of what the heck they are. Again, where did my common sense go. My brain is not functioning very well lately. In the last few weeks, I have managed to shave off my eyebrows, turn a sock into a hat, and burn my foot with boiling barbecued weenies, and go on this starvation diet. If you don't hear from me for a while it means my luck has not changed, or I am wandering around somewhere in a low blood sugar brain fog with a hat/sock on a blistered foot, and no eyebrows. Yep that would me.

Clifford 1994 to 2009

Clifford   1994 to 2009
The Best Dog Ever