a picture story in three parts. photographs courtesy of macduff’s grandma.
hey look! it’s wee macduff and his buddy j. what’cha doing mac?
“look! look! is mine kite!”
wow mac, your kite is flying great!
uh-oh, macduff is sad. why are you so sad?
“hey! where mine kite go? mac want mine kite!”
fin
free ice cream!
whadya mean it’s snow?
in the abstract, i knew there was a “loquacious” switch located somewhere within the toddler brain. still, the actual flicking of that switch to on is quite an experience. in other words, macduff has undergone the change from stoic and (mostly) silent to a proper chatterbox. quite entertaining actually and good that he’s finally able to speak his mind, feverishly racing though it be.
all this is to say that i now know there is a dinosaur in the downstairs bathroom. you can hear him when the heat kicks on.
oh, christmas photos! soon (er, eventually). also, new washer and dryer! hooray for appliances!
just picked up TMBG’s “here comes science”, supposedly for my son. i suspect i may also have gotten it for myself, as listening to it just puts a big smile on my face. highly recommended to TMBG fans (even moreso if you actually have children).
since it is actually not raining today, other methods of getting wet are required.
i’ll admit it: i was worried. watching the rays tee-off on daisuke did not put me in a good mood. nor did getting called by work help. add a toddler with a cold (that he has kindly shared with me) and, well, the game faded to the background. everytime my attention flitted over to the tube, despair seemed inches closer. clock ticking, pendulum swinging, noose tightening and various other clichés come to mind. resignation slowly started to creep in (cause, well, the rays are good). i was distracted. the game faded further into the background.
should i have known better? part of me did, i think. i can never count them out, even when i should. even if i do, i’ll still watch to the bitter end, unlike those undeserving fucks who walked out on earlier games: i’ve sat an hour in the rain in an empty ballpark, just because it hadn’t been offically called yet. and that for a regular season game. i’ve watched this team backed into a corner in the ALCS and seen what they can do. still, i was distracted. i had to work. my attention waivered. we were down 7-0. shit.
still, i should have known better. finished up with work, for the moment and, wait a minute…we scored! then, papi. holy fuck, that was beautiful. the heart saw it half a minute before the eyes did. after that, you just know. there is no way a comeback like this starts and doesn’t get finished. i still missed parts: drew’s home run, for instance, cause work called again and the boy was still not feeling well.
but i listened to the end. outside, in the back yard, with radio, pipe and whisky. usually, i’ll read while i listen to the games, but the book was closed for this one. for a game like this, radio is the way to go. you anticipate everything more, every moment holds more tension, more promise. plus, you get to listen your team’s announcers and some good old biased commentary; rather than the hired talking heads on the idiot box. the excitement is intoxicating. tied going into the ninth. masterson is on the mound and in a jam. nerve-wracking. but he’s there to throw sliders and throw them he does. double-play, dear god that was huge!
bottom of the ninth. pedrioia is out. papi is out. youk is…safe! and an error! bless you youk, for fooling longoria into thinking you run fast. youk on second, 2 out, bay is predictably walked. drew is up. so am i. you have to stand up for this sort of situation. three balls. one strike. then, magic, again. line, shot, hop-the-wall…double!!! victory!!! it always feels a bit silly to dance by yourself in the dark night air. so what? this deserves a dance of joy.
saturday is next. doesn’t matter anymore if we win or lose (though i’d prefer a win), cause we sure as hell aren’t going down without a fight. that’s the beauty of this game; you just never know what you’ll see.
here we see the infant blissfully engaged in its natural habitat (the living room)…
wait, it’s spotted our camera man….
oh god! it’s going after him!
run! for god’s sake man, run while you can! it’s about to pounce!
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!
while the loss of our cameraman is tragic, just look at that magnificent beast…
a brief write up of one of the raku firings i participated in: only at quiblit.com
