Well, really I shouldn't wish for that, simply because we haven't had any for some time and really needed it. However, I'm greedy, and I like to be able to do the things that I want to do. We had plans to go to a baseball game on Saturday evening. My Mom and Sis came down to visit A and I, and we thought this was a safe bet. You can't beat a night at the ballpark!
Well, we got there at 5:30 (the game started at 6:10), and all was well. There were some ominous clouds in the sky, but I didn't think we'd really get too much action. Hell, we'd already had storms earlier that day, so I didn't think we were due for any more. Boy, was I wrong!
Right around 5:50 the skies opened up and dumped layer after layer of rain upon us. It would let up and almost stop completely, then just start absolutely coming down in buckets five seconds later! It really sucked!
I told the crew "If the grounds crew is not out there working by 7:15, then we can just leave. It'll take them at least 45 minutes to an hour, just to get the field ready and for the teams to warm up. So, that would mean the game wouldn't start until 8:00 or 8:15, at the earliest."
By that time Adrianne and Sis were long past ready to leave anyway. Only Mom and I were still holding out a little hope. However, we're the hardcore sports fans of the family anyway, so that's to be expected. Adrianne and Sis were already working up a contingency plan anyway. They were trying to figure out what movie they were going to go see, when we left the ballpark.
Well, 7:15 rolled around and the rain had stopped, for now. The grounds crew was still not out there working, so I gave the "round 'em up" signal and we left. It didn't rain on us for the two blocks we had to walk home, but it sure did look like it wanted to.
When we got back to the apartment, Mom flipped the TV onto the channel that was broadcasting the game, but they were still showing "rain delay" information. Adrianne was quickly hunting up movie times, and I started working on hanging our new shower rod.
We purchased one of those nifty curved rods, like they have in most hotels, and like I always see in SkyMall magazines (when I fly). It is amazing how much more room it looks like you have in your tub! Adrianne and I can actually shower together and have room to dry off inside the curtain without constantly rubbing up against the yucky, wet curtain now. It's a thing of beauty!
Anyway, back to the story! Adrianne and Sis decided they'd go see "The Breakup" while Mom and I stayed home and watched the Cardinals, or the Redbirds, if it actually got underway. When Adrianne got down to the movie theatre she called me to let me know that it wasn't raining at all, and we could go to the game. She was right. It wasn't raining, and the game had started. Mom and I discussed it thoroughly, and decided that staying inside and being dry was much more fun.
The game actually made it to the 6th inning before the skies finally fully opened up and ended the fun. It rained pretty much the entire time they were playing, which would've meant we would've sat in the rain pretty much the entire time we were there. Yeah, that would've been loads of fun!
So, got to see a six inning, one run loss. It wasn't the best in the world, but it was entertaining enough. This opened up another avenue of sports viewing for us though. HBO was showing the Jermaine Taylor and Winky Wright fight, from the FedEx Forum in Memphis, that night.
I'll say this... It's always interesting (to me) to see events on TV held in arenas that you are very familiar with. They always look so different, but there are little things that are the same. I've never attended a fight at the Forum, but I've see a couple on TV now. It's odd, because it doesn't really look like the same place that the Grizzlies and Tigers play basketball in.
Anyway, the fight was a good one, even thought most people had never really heard of either guy. It ended up going all 12 rounds, but ended up in a draw. Winky was pissed and left the ring and didn't show up for the post fight interviews. Frankly, he had the fight won, if he would've done anything in the last round. Instead, he just stayed out of harms way, and ended up getting nothing out of it.
Yesterday was pretty much the same as Saturday, except that it cleared off early that evening and ended up being a beautiful night. Mom and Sis left early in the afternoon, after we got a little lunch. Adrianne and I pretty much did nothing the rest of the day. There was nothing on TV, so we popped a movie in. A little after 5 pm, my neighbor stopped by to invite us over for dinner and to hang out that evening. We gladly accepted, since we were just being bums!
He ended up grilling some red snapper, shrimp, and scallops, and a group of about 10 of us all had dinner up on the rooftop. We enjoyed a wonderful meal, a beautiful sunset, and some good, new friends. It was a good way to end the weekend, even though I wish the weekends never end.
Mom brought down more wedding pictures with her, and we got a chance to check them all out. She did the right thing and had them put on CD's for us. I've already loaded them all on my computer, so now I can print any of them I'd like. I'm not sure how many pictures we have either, but I know it's a TON! An actual metric ton! No kidding!
I ended up making my Speedo picture video for Sis yesterday afternoon too. Let's just say that it's pretty funny! I put the perfect accompaniment music on it too. Now she can enjoy for years to come! I'm still thinking about the calendar idea. I know there are enough pictures for a couple of years, but I'm afraid who's hands it may find it's way into.
One last thing, and I'll be done for the day. I did try to call my Dad yesterday to wish him a happy father's day, but all I got was voicemail. I left him a nice message and hoped he'd call back. However, I got the usual response... Nothing.
Oh well, just another Father's Day I suppose.
(On a side note... I don't know if I should try healing or just let it all go and not think about it. I really hate this feeling. It's the only thing that bothers me, in my life right now. Everything is so good, so why should ONE thing throw a wrench in the machine?)
no way u and a don't have kids.
mine was fine. but to show how my relationship is with my pops. i didn't even think of him til i read your blog.
i made sure i had a card and 20 bones for my stepdad though. he's been my pops since i was 5.
and though he was rough as hell when we was kids he's really changed for the better and my two offspring call him grandpa...and love him to death.
they love my dad too but the other one lives here so that's who they know.
so happy for u and a.
your papi,
dahbeed.
p.s. i'm one of those cool guys that is old enough to be a papi figure but still cool enough to hang with. axe murph, he unnastands.