What To Talk About…

I dont know what topic to breach today. Let’s review some events from the past week…

I could talk about how people ignore a woman who’s car won’t start…even the woman parked next to her wouldn’t take 5 minutes to give her a jump.

I could talk about about the moron who locked his only set of keys in the car, and spent the next 2 solid hours opening it with nothing but 3 rocks, a wedge of mulch and half a coat hanger (kinda like McGiver!).

I could talk about a boy and his first excruciating back injury in 41 years on planet Earth.

I could talk about having to buy a battery for a car, and finding out the only battery the car will take costs $70.

I could talk about how every Cardinal fan thinks Louisville should be ranked in the top 2 in the nation, even though they have a new coach and only one great season under their belts.

I could talk about biting down on a Boston Baked Bean and breaking a tooth…one of the few left intact.

I could talk about not being able to find a single pair of tube socks without a hole in the toes.

I could talk about the fact that withdrawing $20 from a “non-network” ATM costs $4.

Or, I could talk about how a certain company has an automatic sprinkler system that pops on in the middle of the day, just when a certain employee is standing smack dab in the center of the lawn…

Personally, I like the Mcgiver thing.

How did your week go?

Another Apology!

Sorry Folks!

I have been away from the blog for awhile dealin’ with some personal junk, but now I’m back! I will make a concerted effort to give you the 3 or 4 weekly fresh posts that you crave!

Tomorrow’s message is on Everyday Heroes…which is good, because I’m wearing my Spiderman Underoos as I’m writing this!

Would You Like Juice?

War in Iraq. Starving in Africa. Out of control gas prices.

With all of these world problems, why is it that I can only focus on one thing…Barry Bonds breaking the home run record?

As I watched him coming to the plate last night, preparing to hit the shot that would forever put him in the record books (756*), all I could hope for was one thing: A stray meteor that has been orbiting our solar system for millenia would break free of it’s normal path, careening wildly towards the Earth, on a direct path towards San Fransisco, and just as the first pitch to Bonds approached the plate, the galactic rock would land on his foot, thus ending his evening, and perhaps career, and keep the home run record from being broken by such a jerk.

Is that a Christian attitude? Probably not. But I still couldn’t help but smile at the thought of him looking up as the meteor approached and he thinking “Son of a…!”

I don’t think I care as much about the alleged (alleged…HA!) steroid use. You still have to swing the bat and connect with the ball, which is very difficult at the major league level. I care more about the fact that this guy is a jerk! In fact, the only human moment I’ve ever seen Bonds in was last night when he talked about his dad (Bobby Bonds, a baseball great). I believe that for the most part, Bobby would be ashamed of his son’s behavior over the last 23 years.

Some of it is jealousy, too. It’s hard to always believe that doing the right things will be rewarded when jerks and thieves and cheats seem to get all of the riches (although, earthly reward is not our concern).

One good note, though…Barry’s family is very proud of him, and it was nice to see his kids cheer him on as he rounded the bases into history. After all, isn’t that what baseball is truly about…a time for father’s and sons to be together?