Last Days in America

Monday Mar 8, 2004

So we're winding down the days remaining before my venture to the FAR East. Quick catch up since we last spoke of Max's big day. Sat Night was a long standing obligation, one that I had been committed to for I believe close to 3 years, that was of course Eric's third and final birthday celebration dinner. This one featured the usual suspects plus Rico's (Eric) entire family: mom, dad, bro, aunt, evil step-brother (JayRow). A very relaxing and elegant meal although I started a mini-religious war that was luckily deflected and no harm was done. Great meal though. We wanted to send the chef our compliments but instead he sent us a potato broth. Strange.

Sunday Sunday. The weather was amazing so my work ethic was not. A little baseball, a little survivor, a little rehearsal, a little bedtime.

Monday. Today marked my return to PE! But this time instead of picture day I got to play kickball for five periods. That's something like three and a half hours of kickball. I learned several things:

1. It is fun to play sports with 12 year olds because I'm bigger and therefore usually better.

2. Sixth graders whine about everything. It didn't matter what happened. People would argue for their own players to be out just to argue. Crazy age.

3. Kickball is a far cry from baseball. Lets face it; a ball the size of a soccer ball is too big to throw around a baseball diamond. Half the runs scored on throwing errors.

4. Unlike softball where I peak early and then simmer down, with Kickball I am dominant in the mid innings and then really suck late in the game. My fielding however remains excellent if I do say so myself.

Alright, I'm burnt and sweaty and I have 400 things to do. Tomorrow is my last day of work for awhile. It's a hard knock life for us!

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Monday Mar 8, 2004