My Dad is a Happy Man Tonight

My earliest memories involve being in the car with my pop while he listened to baseball on the radio. I remember laying in the backseat staring at the ceiling of the car while Harry Callis' voice lulled me into a state of sleepy happiness. My dad is a die hard Phillies fan. He lives and breathes baseball, and like most Philly fans, has had his heart broken more often than he can count.

But tonight... Man, I wish I could share how happy he sounded when I called a few moments ago. The pride in his voice and the wonder that his team had finally done it - and that he had been able to watch it and enjoy it.

Last night I called him to talk politics with him and the talk turned to the Phils. He said "you know, in 1950 I didn't pay that much attention to the World Series and in 1980 I was working too hard to enjoy the win, but this series I've really had the best time watching." Of course then he went on to tell me how he paces around the living room while the game is on and hids his eyes at times because he "just can't bear it".

I work with a lot of guys who are going to be happy tomorrow - and I'm happy. But I'm happiest for my Dad who in this year of awful things has a high point.

Yay Phillies!


Now let's hope that NEXT Wednesday I'm that happy about the outcome of the Presidential election.

If wishes were fishes

I'm eating Gummi Bears as I type this - and on is a mutant bear with an arm growing out of his back. I'm wishing all my gummies were mutants.

Wow.

I was blown away by this video this morning - it sums up a lot of what my friends and I have been discussing when it comes to Sarah Palin.