Monday, April 28, 2008

The Boys of Summer....

...were out in full force this Saturday past, as we officially began another Little League season. Jim Driscoll, the League president, refers to us (and himself) as "sick and demented baseball lifers", as we don't have kids in the League anymore yet year after year we come back to do the baseball thing. Why we continue to do this to ourselves is anybody's guess.
This is my boy Preston (yeah, ok, he's not a boy anymore) honoring us, along with his bandmate Devin, with the National Anthem. I wish I had it on video because at the risk of bragging about my kid (again) I have to say it was one of the best versions I have ever heard. They had worked out the harmony and after singing together for over a year they really do harmonize well. I hope we can get them back for the playoffs! Note the scruffy beard and hair, and allow me to brag once more (cause it's MY blog, and I can brag if I want to); later that day Preston performed at the Courthouse Center for the Arts in the final night of "One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest" in which he portrayed Charlie Cheswick, chronic pervert (pervert and mental patient, if you haven't seen the movie, hence the scruffiness). It was a great performance by all, and the cast included some well-seasoned actors. He was thrilled to join this new company, and plans to audition for "The Full Monty" next. So basically he's going from performing in front of an audience with one hand in his pants, to performing in front of an audience with NO pants. Yeah, that's my boy.

Friday, April 18, 2008

Random thoughts of the week....

...are not pleasant. I don't like to post negative stuff, but it's a blog, right? It's what's on my mind. And what's on my mind is that this week I discovered that one of my friends is a bigot. It's one of those things that falls under the "be careful what you wish for" category, because I've always felt that political correctness is not a good thing. If people say just how they feel instead of what they think you want to hear, then you know who the assholes are. Which is good in theory until you find out that they're your friends. The fact that (although I don't look like it and she doesn't know it) I'm actually part of the ethnic group she expressed a dislike for wasn't even the reason for my indignation; I just wasn't raised that way. It is just unfathomable to me how you can dismiss an entire race with one comment. And it was said with particular venom, not in any kind of a joking way which while not funny, might have led me to believe that her dislike may not apply to ALL of them.

I don't know how I feel about her now. Actually that's a lie; I do, I feel kind of creepy and don't want to be around her. That's really sad, but there it is.