A couple of Darby's teammates joined us for the game, which made for a fun-for-Darby, crazy-for-daddy kind of night. Also, they lived REALLY far from us, and I had agreed to take them home, so it was after 1am when we got home.
Sunday, May 31, 2009
Softball HOF and WCWS
What a LONG day. After attending an NCAA softball clinic (at 8am!) and then regular Saturday softball practice (which made for a full day in and of themselves), we went to the Softball Hall of Fame complex to check out the museum, which we hadn't done in a long time, before attending a Women's College World Series game.
A couple of Darby's teammates joined us for the game, which made for a fun-for-Darby, crazy-for-daddy kind of night. Also, they lived REALLY far from us, and I had agreed to take them home, so it was after 1am when we got home.
A couple of Darby's teammates joined us for the game, which made for a fun-for-Darby, crazy-for-daddy kind of night. Also, they lived REALLY far from us, and I had agreed to take them home, so it was after 1am when we got home.
Friday, May 29, 2009
Strings performance
Shelby performing with her school strings ensemble during an awards assembly. Unfortunately, my memory card ran out of space in the middle of her solo. BUT, I had another, tape-based, camera going, so I will replace this video, though it will take a bit to do the conversion.
Update
My video camera USB dock is not compatible with Vista. Dang it. I need to buy a DV cable before I can do the conversion. Grr.
Thursday, May 28, 2009
True. True.
Tags:
Eagles,
Philadelphia,
Phillies,
sports
Not to advertise for them, but the Philavania.com "about" page has what must be the best definition of a true Philadelphia sports fan I've read.
We "...are under the impression that the Delaware Valley is the center of the Universe. In this respect, we are right. We got the Birds, we got the World Phuckin' Champion Fightin's, we got cheesesteaks and soft pretzels and hoagies and Tastykakes and all sorts of stuff nobody else has. We're kinda crappy but kinda awesome.
We never forget where we're from. We were losers for all those years (we're still trying to get over not being losers anymore) but we kept our heads up and stayed proud.
We get in fights at Eagles games with anybody wearing anything that remotely resembles Cowboys paraphernalia. When we find out that it's not a Cowboys fan but a horse-mounted state police officer, we still ask him if he's a Cowboys fan in a threatening manner.
We show up in the thousands to away games in cities like Tampa, San Diego, Phoenix and Minneapolis. We make so much noise that the other team's fans look around and say to their friends 'where the hell are these guys coming from?'
We used to go to Eagles games with our grandfather when we were 6 years old. We remember yelling at Cowboys fans even then. We also remember that guy in section 301 of the Vet with the beard in the tie-dyed overalls who started the E-A-G-L-E-S chant. May he rest in peace, and may his voice be heard for 100 years more.
We remember Harry Kalas. We've spent hundreds of hours talking to our friends in our best Harry Kalas impersonation. We loved that guy. We miss him terribly, but we're so damn happy he got to call that final out before he himself was outtahere. We think Harry would like that joke.
We love our city, we love our people, and we're proud of all of it--the good and the bad."
We "...are under the impression that the Delaware Valley is the center of the Universe. In this respect, we are right. We got the Birds, we got the World Phuckin' Champion Fightin's, we got cheesesteaks and soft pretzels and hoagies and Tastykakes and all sorts of stuff nobody else has. We're kinda crappy but kinda awesome.
We never forget where we're from. We were losers for all those years (we're still trying to get over not being losers anymore) but we kept our heads up and stayed proud.
We get in fights at Eagles games with anybody wearing anything that remotely resembles Cowboys paraphernalia. When we find out that it's not a Cowboys fan but a horse-mounted state police officer, we still ask him if he's a Cowboys fan in a threatening manner.
We show up in the thousands to away games in cities like Tampa, San Diego, Phoenix and Minneapolis. We make so much noise that the other team's fans look around and say to their friends 'where the hell are these guys coming from?'
We used to go to Eagles games with our grandfather when we were 6 years old. We remember yelling at Cowboys fans even then. We also remember that guy in section 301 of the Vet with the beard in the tie-dyed overalls who started the E-A-G-L-E-S chant. May he rest in peace, and may his voice be heard for 100 years more.
We remember Harry Kalas. We've spent hundreds of hours talking to our friends in our best Harry Kalas impersonation. We loved that guy. We miss him terribly, but we're so damn happy he got to call that final out before he himself was outtahere. We think Harry would like that joke.
We love our city, we love our people, and we're proud of all of it--the good and the bad."
Sunday, May 17, 2009
Monday, May 11, 2009
Mother's Day in Philly
Tags:
baseball,
Philadelphia,
Phillies,
sports,
trip
I made a surprise visit to Philadelphia over Mother's Day weekend. When I got in Friday night, I caught the premier of Star Trek with my best high school buddies. Then I spent the rest of the weekend with mom.
I took her to breakfast on Saturday before taking her to get a new cell phone, after which we headed to the Phillies game. She is the reason I love the Phillies like I do, but she hadn't been to the new ballpark yet, a problem I resolved at long last. Too bad the Phils didn't notch a win for her.
On Sunday, I took mom to get some new eyeglasses and to do some clothes shopping before picking up sister at the bus station. Sis bussed down from NYC for the evening so that the three of us could have a nice dinner together, something we hadn't done since high school, so like eighteen years. I know, shameful, but at least I'm finally taking care of business.
I was back on a plane Monday morning, but I think the short trip was enough to hold mom over until the next visit. Well, okay, so I'm headed back to Philly next month with the kids for family vacation, but you know what I mean.
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