Sport

Sport is my second favorite dogbot and is officially up for adoption.  Please help him find a good home before my two-year-old finds out.

Ready or Not

I'm not sure I'm ready for tonight's Royals game.  If you've been living under a rock (or have lots of normal people in your house instead of baseball-obsessed boys), the evil Giants--and crazy eyed Hunter Pence--are up 3-2, so the Royals have to win tonight.

Without meaning to, I've become emotionally involved; and somewhere along the way, I must've drunk the Kool-Aid. Tonight I dressed Norman up as my son's favorite player Eric Hosmer.

I'll be honest, I'm not sure if I'm invested so much in the Royals actually winning the World Series . . . or living in fear of the aftermath here if the Royals don't win. My boys will be crushed, and my husband will be somewhere beyond that.

It's stressful, man.

So, Royals, can you please pull out a decisive, non-nail-biting win tonight? I'd greatly appreciate it.

Sincerely yours,
Norman and Me

Royals vs. Orioles . . . and the Walrus has it!

So we watched the Royals game last night. This was my vantage point.

I could see roughly two-thirds of the tv, which is completely adequate, if you ask me.

So the big news of the night was . . . this!

Oh, yeah, and the Royals won in the 10th inning. Way to go, Royals!

I Do Love Baseball?

Baseball has historically been one of my least favorite sports. I mean, seriously, not a lot happens, and it goes on and on and on . . . and then on some more.

But the Kansas City Royals are in the post season for the first time in 29 years, and I have a house filled to the brim with testosterone and baseball-obsessers.  So that means, fun-filled evenings watching the incredibly long playoff games. Family bonding at its finest.

Here's where the ray of light and angel chorus come in: the "good" tv is in the basement. What else is in the basement? My workshop.

I can "watch" the games, trying to insert appropriately worded--and timed--comments into the general fray, as I work on robots.

I do my best to synchronize my drilling needs with the commercial breaks for minimal distraction. I figure if I can maintain a low profile, I can continue to labor under the disillusionment that my all-male family doesn't mind my multitasking.

So far, so good.

And by that, of course, I mean the Royals. They're headed to the American League Division Championship this weekend.



I think we might just have to watch it on the good tv.

Day 304 - Baseball

It's that time of year again . . . baseball has begun for my two oldest boys.

Norman's been practicing in the off season and has perfected a good knuckle ball . . . or he thinks he is the knuckle ball.  Not sure.

Day 109 - It's Not Baseball!

At my sister-in-law's party, the kids made plates.  Apparently, you can draw with Sharpies on plates and then "cook" them in the oven to make the drawing permanent.  I assumed my baseball-obsessed child would draw something baseball-esque.  He drew a robot.  <Proud.>