A quick view into my world, and this years’ team.

I am very busy these days. Between work, baseball, home, family issues, other family issues, and some subtle side things, I have little time for anything else, bloging included. If I had the choice to drop every project but one, I would keep my kids on our baseball team. Here’s a little view into my world. The names of the kids have been replaced by a sort of random letters.

A --- Energetic and quick, yet you can loose him is a second. Family is very broken and with issues so deep a backhoe couldn’t find the end.

Christian --- A true all-star player in the making. Family is great and is very athletic. Focus is perfect.

N --- Good fielder but I’m having trouble with his arm. His mechanics are just wrong. It difficult to overcome but his dad, assistant coach, will work with him as well. Great family, as I can tell.

J --- A bundle of attitude and trouble. Known his mom since High School and is my team mom. Family is more than broken; it’s down right destroyed! No father to speak of. Mom’s great though.

R --- Same as above, yet more athletic and focused.

C --- Shy as hell and withdrawn, yet is very athletic. Family seems to have some sort of issue but I just haven’t nailed it down yet.

C --- Oh yes, little Collin. Shy at first but now happy and smiling. The body of a Tee-Ball player but focused. He’s going to be something some day.

M --- Parents suck ass. If it weren’t for this kid’s Aunt, neither him nor his brother would have any idea about what really matters.

T --- Now, this kid rocks! Good parents, dad’s an assistant coach, GREAT ARM!

M --- His parents really suck, mostly because I’m his Father.


If I got paid for this, it would be the greatest job in the world.

A Good Day.

A few weeks ago I wrote a post about my son and I stocking Trout. Today was opening day and we finally got a chance to catch some of these, in my son’s own words, “slippery suckers”. Although the official start time was 8am, we did not arrive until just after 9, mostly due to the fact that we slept in. Once we pulled up to the cabin, we noticed a few vehicles parked on our property. Only being slightly concerned about it, we opened the cabin and went in. It wasn’t until exiting the cabin to get our gear that we realized the vehicles were driven by some old friends of the family I have not seen and years, whom have a lifetime of welcome to park there. After a brief conversation that was broken by my son’s anticipation to go fishing, we walked the 40 or so steps to the creek.

My spinner caught an 11-inch Brook Trout in less than 20 casts. My son was so exited, saying “I am so happy for you daddy.” Unfortunately, he was too far away from me when I caught the 13-inch rainbow to help. It was about then that he yelled for me. “Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, HELP, my rod, my rod, my rod…”. Little Boo had casted his line out, and the rod too. We had taken 4 rods along for the trip but his little Sponge-Bob rod was his favorite, and it was now floating, very quickly, down stream. So I did what any good dad would do, I went in after it.

Shortly after, an unknown man, in his 70’s, walked up to us. On his third or fourth cast, he caught one, but did not reel it in, yelling “hey little man, I need help with this one”. The guy who did not know us from bob had called my son to reel in his fish. Then, this old man told my son that he had caught the fish and it was his fair and square. Boo help me add it to the creel and was happy to reel one in.

Overall we had a great time, yet I could tell my son was disappointed that he did not catch one by himself, on his rod. I have enclosed a few images. The last one is of my son actually cutting the fish himself, while I hold it for him. That made his day!

Easter Sunday

It was about 9 year ago. I stood in the doorway, the living room to my left and what is now the computer room to my right. With my hands above me, holding on to the doorframe, my wife and I are talking. She has just returned home from a doctor’s appointment. With half a smile and a tear in one eye, she explains to me that she is pregnant. I can recall my reaction as one of joy. I hade always liked kids and couldn’t wait to love another. Once the news was broken to me, I remember giving her a huge hug and telling her how happy I was to hear of this welcomed change in our lives.

Today, this little boy sits in our living room, just over 8 years old, on Easter Morning, practicing his very first guitar. Many things have changed in our lives since that day. One thing that has not if my love for that little boy.