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Now if this doesn't make you smile!

Trey Is 9!

Man has my life been in a funk lately, too much shit too really get into, but I've decided that it's time to get out of my pity party and really enjoy what I have in life. I definitely need to stop worrying about what other people think, that shit will drive you crazy.

So back to the good things. We finally got out to a Sox game as a family this year, and it was extra fun because it was kids day and my kids had the chance to get some autographs and ge some pictures with the players. They really enjoyed it, if we would have stayed they could have run around the bases after the game, maybe next time when the line doesn't circle around the whole park.
The reason for the game was to help celebrate Trey's birthday which is coming up this weekend. I really can't believe that my son is going to be 9 years old. Maybe I need to start parenting before it's too late. People keep telling me that he'll be 16 before I know it. Now that is scary. Not much going on for his birthday this weekend except we have our first official baseball game of the season. And if the preseaon has been any indication his team should be pretty good. Now if the coaching can just come through.
Which leads me back to happy things in life, Trey is finally growing into a young man and its amazing when you start to see yourself in your children. We have many of the same quirks and loves, good or bad. I do see his love of sports and need to teach myself to be a supporter and not a critic. They say you should nurture not nag. I'm learning. Albert Pujols was considered a so-so player by many critics just 5 years ago.
Well Trey I hope you have a great 9th birthday and many more.

Random Thoughts:
White Sox will repeat
Bush is the Great Decider

See ya,
Chuck

I'll Be Your Huckleberry!

I keep telling my son that playing a professional sport would be the greatest thing in the world, but he keeps listening to his Grandfather (who actually did) that being a Doctor or Lawyer or even an Engineer would be much more rewarding.


But thanks to Kyle Orton, the third string QB for the Bears no less, I might finally have the proof in hand to show my son how great the professional sporting life could be. Kids today just don't have the drinking heroes of my youth any more. No longer can we rely on a Mickey Mantle or Dave Parker showing up to a game hammered, nowadays the youth have to watch of players injectioning themselve with God knows what to feel better and be better. What has happened to the athletes I knew. Tim Raines would slide head first so as not to break his Coke vial in his back pocket. And when caught he would admit. I miss the athlete of old. If anything they were at least honest.
But as always I digress the real reason for this diatribe was so I could show these hilarious pictures of Kyle. Maybe what these pictures are saying is that being third string is the way to go. All the money and none of the worries.
Party on Garth.