Baseball Americas favorite pastime

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Baseball is the Americans favorite pastime. What is it that engages us so much about this game? I come from generations of Twins fans. Not a game went by without it either being on the radio or the television.  I remember the adults gathered around the radio sometimes in the wee hours of the night. You could hear laughter and cheering.  This game, this thing called Baseball was their joy and sorrow.

The problem is I am not a baseball fan. Never have been. I liked to play baseball when I was younger.  Whenever we had a family get together on the farm, we would play baseball.  My Aunts, Uncles and cousins all joined in. This was fun because it was family interaction. There was more going on than the game and we had more action. Watching Baseball to me on the other hand is like watching a bug crawl across the floor. Occasionally the bug may have a hurdle to get over such as a dropped crumb.  Just like in Baseball occasionally, someone gets on base and the bases are loaded.  A big hitter comes up to bat and everyone in on edge. I guess this is why people love baseball. These moments a far and few between.

When I was growing up for the most part when Baseball was on at home, I would take a nap.  With the constant low rallying of the crowd and the announcers talking in a constant tone, it was great white noise.

Yes, there are tight butts in Baseball also. There are hot looking men.  Muscles abound in the world of Baseball. Still I have no passion for watching the game.

One time the C.O. got free tickets to watch the Twins. I was the only one he could find that was willing to go with him. did I say willing. I meant I was roped into it. We went and it was a 6:00pm game.  Now I was working at a job where I had to get up at 3:00am every workday. This was a Wednesday night.  I was tired and I fell asleep. Hey, it was a natural reaction to watching a Baseball game. I had trained my body and mind to fall asleep whenever a Baseball game came on. This was a natural defense mechanism for me. Otherwise, I would have died of boredom somewhere over the years.

When one of my sons was playing junior softball, I thought that was fun. I got into the game but not because I love the game. It was because I love my son.  I think it is great when children can be involved in a sport. This is only As long as the parents and couches do not take it so seriously. Along with that, I also do not like it when everyone is equal. If you suck at it, you suck at it. Learn to move on and find another sport or work harder to get better.

When I was young, I liked and was good at gymnastics. I could not do that now.  Anyways I thought I would be fair and do an article about baseball. After all a writer should take on the challenge of writing about something, they are not passionate about. It will be a good exercise for my writing skills.

 

First things first

First things first.

When I get up in the morning I have to pee, I have a dog bouncing around wanting to get out, cause she has to pee, coffee to be ground (ya, I have an old fashion coffee maker) and a cat meowing in the window to get in and eat.

So I ask you. What do I do first? It depends. It depends how badly I have to pee. How desperate the dog looks and how much do I need that coffee right away.

There is no given order to what I do in the morning. It all depends on many things. This is my morning darn it and I will do what I want.

Sure, you have to have a given order to something like building a home or what not. You have to draw up the blueprints, get permits taken care of before you pour the concrete. Otherwise, you are going to screw it up. If it is an inanimate object, it works well actually and that is what you have to do. There is science in that but not with humans and living things, there is no science. Oh sure the building eventually rots or breaks down but its preditable.

Life is supposed to have a plan, a sort of protocol.  Graduate from school. Get a Job. Get married and then have kids. Ok I did all that and then the divorce.  What now?  I did what you were supposed to do and in the order that it was supposed to be done. It was my idea or I mean I filed for the divorce.  I just could not live with a womanizer. I am not bitter. I was bitter at first but if not for our marriage I would of not had my three sons. Nor, would I have had the experiences I have had the privilege to have.

Heck, now day’s people have children and then they get married.  Not that there is anything wrong with that, as long as it is agreeable for both parties. I should be the last person to judge another I am just saying. Heck people have sex with other people before they even really know them. It  is all "Willie-nillie" if you ask me.  There is a whole array of unplanned things going on here and not in order.

Humans are strange creatures. There is a whole industry researching our every move. Just think about it we have to research ourselves to figure out why we do what we do.

Anyways the order of things is gone like "throwing the baby out with the bath water."  People just keep doing their own thing and we are just supposed to except it darn it. After all it’s working for them or at least their making you think that.

So, I will do what I want to do or need to do first. And I will do it in the order that is important to me at any giving time.

This is my flow of things from now on

 

Robbery in a small town

I wrote a song.  No, I can’t sing it. I can’t sing. No, I do not know how to play an instrument. I just winged it.

It a country song so when you read it put a twang in it. Here you go. Check it out.

Oh, yah this is a true story. This happened in my small town I grow up in back in 1974

 Robbery in a small town.

My mama said to gather around and listen
I got a tale to tell a tale to tell you all
She had just come home from her day job at the bar
Sit down sit down you all gota to hear it all

A smirk on her face told us it was going to be funny

It all started when A 67 Chevy came rolling into town

The two men must had been scoping it all out
They needed money for the bills they could not pay

There was a robbery a robbery in a small town

They got away with the money and the beer
They say the 67 Chevy never was found
There was a robbery a robbery in a small town

One was short and the other one was chunky

We never got a good look at their face
They ran into the bartender on their way out
Grabbed the beer and pushed him back into the bank

They had tied up all the tellers and the banker

Disarmed the alarm and left the vault door swinging in the wind
Ask your uncle Bobby he was there at the bank
All they left was a cloud of dust as they high tailed it out of town.

 There was a robbery in a small town

They got away with the money and the beer
They say the 67 Chevy was never found
There was a robbery a robbery in a small town

Now they must of had watched all the previous weeks
Every Friday at exactly 3.00, the bank alarm would go off
And the bar tender heard the noise and came running over with the beer
Now this had been going on ever since I can remember
It was the way they would celebrate the ending of the week

Now who would have thought anything like this?

Sheriff says it could have been one of us
After all, we are in the middle of nowhere
We have so few outsiders coming into town

There was a robbery in a small town

They go away with money and the beer
They say the 67 Chevy never was found
There was a robbery a robbery in a small town

Your Dog Is Saving Your Life

I am proud to feature my first quest post. I am honored to have this privilege. As you know  I am a big pet lover and dogs are such a big part of our lives. So, I hope you enjoy this. Please visit www.serenityhealth.com
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Your Dog Is Saving Your Life-Make Sure You Give Back


It is said that money cannot buy happiness. It is easy to argue against this old adage, mainly because money can buy a dog (or buy things to take care of a free one). Go ahead and try not to feel some cheer and mirth when your dog tries to give you a kiss, nestles their head under your hand, wags their tail like they haven’t seen you in years when it’s only been hours or minutes, etc. What many don’t realize is that dogs also make us healthier in general and help us live longer.
The Silent Killer
Recent scientific studies have indicated some unsettling things about stress. A quick Google search on “mice stress study” can quickly illustrate a range of serious concerns. It would be folly to stress about stress, but it is wise to think about solutions when chronic stress is linked to depression, dysfunctional offspring, and even cancer.
Unfortunately, avoiding stress is no easy task, perhaps especially as our society “progresses.” To quote Poe, “I think human exertion will have no appreciable effect upon humanity. Man is now only more active – not more happy – nor more wise, than he was 6,000 years ago.” Bear in mind also that Poe’s life predated cars with combustion engines, let alone vast highway infrastructures, large enterprises, and monstrous electrical grids to support the labors of the masses. Stress is something we all come to wrestle in one way or another.
Studies have also linked depression to early death. Unfortunately, depression is also something that is difficult to avoid and we all face it in some way or another. Even if you do not suffer from clinical depression, there common things that can contribute or cause one to experience depression are all to many.
On the bright side, knowing the danger is the key to dealing with it. If stress cannot be avoided, it can be balanced or negated. Getting a canine companion may be the best way to do so.
Dogs: Pets or Heroes?
Dogs do more for us than your average pet. Even if your dog doesn’t pull your baby from a fire, they are still a life saver. Dogs help reduce stress, fight loneliness and depression, lower blood pressure, and extend your life.
Even better, they are not terribly expensive to maintain and they are not exclusive. Dogs are wired to bond with humans and perhaps we are to them in turn. After all, our species have been intertwined for thousands of years, certainly longer than any other animal on such a level. There is a reason they are known for their loyalty. If all else abandons you in life, chances are your dog will not.
Giving Back
We can give our dogs the bare minimum to survive and they will still stick by us, but that does not mean that is the approach we should have. Your dog makes you happy and healthy. It is fair to return the favor, but also rewarding to know that they are enjoying their lives and couldn’t be happier anywhere else. Their time is sadly short compared to ours, after all. Spend the extra change to make them comfortable and content.
The relationship between human and dog started off as a basic symbiosis: they helped us hunt and we helped them eat. Since, the bond has deepened to help both species in ways our ancestors would probably never have imagined necessary. What a gift.
Adam Holmes is a nature enthusiast and dog lover who enjoys communicating his passion through the written word. When he is not training or playing with his dogs, he freelances for havahart.com, which specializes in progressive and humane wireless dog fences.