I would like to apologize for saying I wished San Francisco would slide into the ocean. I think I forgot for a moment I was a Christian and we are not supposed to wish ill will on others. We do, however, enjoy slaying Giants.

Let's Go Rangers!

A Rant

I'm starting to resent the 2010 baseball season. I was perfectly happy being the fan of the most lovable, yet flawed team in the country. The season ending in mid September was just fine with me. But suddenly, I find myself, here at the end of October, unable to sleep, my stomach in knots, watching my team get their butts kicked in the World Series.

Yes, it's been a great year. And yes, I have seen the Rangers play some great ballgames. But somehow, I long for those innocent days of low expectations. It was an easier time.

There are so many things I don't understand. How can a bullpen, praised by all the sports writers, suddenly look like a bunch of little leaguers? How can hitters, known for their strength and home run abilities, strike out or fly out more often than not? I just don't believe the Giants could possibly be a better team.

I keep remembering 2005 when the Houston Astros played in the World Series. They were swept in 4 games and my heart was broken, and they were really just my second favorite team. I was thinking, I cant remember who beat them. Who won the World Series that year? I don't care. I only care that Houston won the National League and got to play in the World Series.

Of course, I was not as bitter toward that team. I wasn't wishing for California to hurry up and slide into the ocean, like I am now. You know, that would solve their budget problems too. Can't you just see it? All those San Francisco fans, with their orange towels and fake black beards, knuckles turning white as they cling the edge of the world. Jon may be right. I may take these things to seriously.



The Rangers will be playing at home the next three games. I hope that makes a difference. Anyway, I refuse to give up on them until the fat lady sings. I just hope she's not singing the blues.

I Heart The Rangers!

The heavens shook over Texas last night. The sky roared like the ocean as thousands cheered and danced with joy. Living rooms were lit up with people hugging, high fiving and drunk dialing loved ones as champagne corks popped.

Dark highways lined with buses carrying weary players home from Friday night football games suddenly erupted as the news came over the radio.

So, this is what it feels like to see your team win.

Winning the American League championship was so much more than I had ever hoped for, before this year. I have always loved this team, win or loose, no matter what. But winning feels good. Winning the World Series has got to feel even better.

So, Let's go Rangers! Beat ( t b a )

Speak Kind Words. Recieve Kind Echoes

Jon thought the Chilean miners were exploited and accused the press of overkill. I was glad to see a good story with a happy ending instead of the every day political mud slinging. Isn't everyone sick of it?





I'm thinking about getting rid of my home phone and just using my cell from here on. The only people who ever call are political fund raisers. Yes, I agree with most of your points. I probably will vote for you, and no, I will not send you a donation.





I used to enjoy politics, but now I try to steer every conversation away from the issues. The thing is, what I believe, I believe strongly. Like I know abortion is wrong, there is no doubt in my mind about that. But it's a moral issue. If you don't believe in God, that's what we need to talk about. Without God, what is morality?





As far as securing our borders, I'm a little wishy-washy. Because of national security, terrorist activity and such, it would be nice if everyone came into this country legally. But, I can understand how hard that can be and also how desperate some of these people are to get here. The violence in Mexico is horrible right now. The gangs and drug lords are at war with each other but know one is safe. How can we tell someone who is trying to protect their family, that they can't come here. I mean isn't that how we all got here?




As long as I'm incriminating myself to the Republicans, I'll say one more thing. I kind of like Hillary Clinton. She seems to have it together. I'm not sure I'd vote for her, but I'd hang out with her.




I'll be glad when this election season is over. I'd like to see everyone apologize for the slurs and unkind remarks, but I doubt that will happen. Maybe we should have a season of tithing in kindness, just to see what happens to this world.




A friend quoted this scripture in her blog. "A man finds joy in giving an apt reply-and how good is a timely word" Proverbs 15 ;23. Say something good to someone today. You'll both be blessed.

Current Events

There's a lot going on in the world today. It's best not to turn on the morning news until you are up and had your coffee. Otherwise, you may be tempted to pull the covers over your head and hide.

Yep, the world's in a mess, from the economy to social injustice and just plain old criminal activity. Here in Texas we're having a little border problem with Mexico. People are being kidnapped, imprisoned on false charges and murdered in the streets. It looks like a ripe spot for a new little war, once we get this middle east thing wrapped up.

Now and then something good happens and it changes your whole outlook on life. I don't just mean the Rangers advancing in the playoffs, although that is wonderful. I'm talking about the rescue of the Chilean miners.

I heard some reporter talking about how they have survived. It's amazing, but in the 17 days before they were found alive they were all given jobs. One was in charge of physical fitness, another food and so on. The one in charge of the food rationing stretched 2 days of meals into 17. These men must have had the greatest leadership to have survived this ordeal. But what made me grin when I heard this story was, when they were assigning jobs, one man was given the job of poet. I don't know what to say about that, but it's just cool. If I am ever in any kind of disaster situation, please do not choose me to be the poet. I'm afraid I will bring everyone down and what good would that be?

Anyway, praise God, I just saw they were bringing up the last man. Can you imagine being the last man? It would be so frightening. But then again, he will probably be the lead character in the book and movie.

Well, I just have one more thing to say about the baseball playoffs. If the Rangers beat the Yankees and go on to play the world series, I believe they will be playing the Phillies. Nothing is definite yet, this is just my guess. If this happens, for future reference, in my blog and in conversation I will be referring to the Phillies as the Philistines. I think you get my drift.

It has occurred to me, it's too late to die young.

I've been in some ugly wrecks, and lived through them. I've had a nasty drug addiction, and overcame it. I have had my share of unhealthy relationships, and walked away from them.

I've learned, in truth, you can not die from a broken heart. And yet some wounds will never heal.

Some things I will never forget, like the softness of my grandmother's cheek when I last kissed her goodbye. I remember the feeling of leaning against my mother on long car rides. As hard as I try, I can't forget my sisters phone number.

I can still feel my arms around Lauren, the last time she left home. And I will never forget rocking her feverish four year old body.

So, it's too late to die young. I guess I'll hang around and see what happens next.

Anticipation

I don't know what to do with myself. I can't concentrate, I cant read and I have writer's block. The Rangers have got to win this game today and let me get on with my life.

It has consumed my every thought. I started to put on a certain shirt this morning and then remembered I wore it to the game when they lost to the Angels. I've said before, I'm not superstitious, except in baseball. I know, that's really stupid, not to mention self centered, to think my wardrobe affects the outcome of such an important game. But then again.......

I miss watching the games on Fox Southwest. These announcers don't know and love the Rangers the way Josh and Tom do. I also miss the Jack in The Box commercials. They're so funny and original. And about the commercials, am I the only one who has noticed that Red Robin stole their jingle from Hot Pockets. Really listen to it. Reeeeeddd Robinnn. Or Hooooot Pockets. It's the same completely unoriginal jingle.

I'm so tired of hearing about Derek Jeeter. On the Rangers pregame show these jerk announcers are talking Jeeter and the Yankees. So what if the Yankees have won 35 or so World Series in the 100 years they have existed. That means they didn't win 65. Texas has been around since the 70's, so really they have missed out on fewer pennant races. OK, I'm rationalizing but what I guess I am trying to say is what the Rangers have been saying all season.

"It's Time!"

A Second Look

We've been home three weeks and I still have thoughts of Georgia running through my mind. Hey, that might be a song.

I'm still listening to jazz and boring my friends with vacation memories. I find myself humming Moon River and wondering what Johnny Mercer was thinking about when he wrote that song. I see him gazing out over the Savannah river as he penned the words, "I'm crossing you in style someday". I see the old African American woman who made Savannah roses from dried reeds and sang so beautifully on the banks of the river. And the young saxophone player on the square trying to make a name for himself. I hope he succeeds.

I think about these people, and the thousands upon thousands who have made such memories, falling in love, writing songs and pursuing their dreams in this bewitching old city. What a lovely place for inspiration, she is their muse. I am drawn to her and again I hear Mercer's words, "We're after the same rainbow's end, waiting round the bend, my huckleberry friend, moon river and me".