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Monday, April 29, 2013

10th Game of the Season

Continued.

On Saturday, the boys faced the Tigers, a stronger and older team, for the second time of the season.

The first time they played, the team struggled to find their rhythm. After a few games under their belt, the team performed better.

Athough, the team lost 12 to 6, the Yankees did have some notable plays. After two outs in the last inning, the boys scored the maximum five points. The first and only other point was scored by my son in the first inning, when he ran and slid to home plate.

My son really enjoyed the game, even though, the team lost, maybe because his classmate, who has a "crush" on him, was in the stands cheering for him with her mom.

His Stats, so far:

Game 1: AB: 2 H: 2 R: 0 RBI: 2
Game 2: AB: 3 H: 2 R: 1 RBI: 0
Game 3: AB: 2 H: 1 R: 0 RBI: 0
Game 4: AB: 3 H: 2 R: 0 RBI: 1
Game 5: AB: 4 H: 3 R: 1 RBI: 2
Game 6: AB: 2 H: 0 R: 0 RBI: 0
Game 7: AB: 3 H: 3 R: 3 RBI: 4
Game 8: AB: 3 H: 2 R: 1 RBI: 0

Game 9: AB: 3 H: 1 R: 1 RBI: 1
Game 10: AB: 3 H: 2 R: 2 RBI: 3
Total: AB: 28 H: 18 R: 9 RBI: 13
 

 

Saturday, April 27, 2013

9th Game of the Season


My son's little league team, the Yankees, now have a winning record, 5 to 4. Yay!
 
I was a bit concerned that the team wouldn't perform as well because of the weather. A cold front came in at around the beginning of the game, and it quickly became cold and drizzly. In the past, the kids haven't played as well in cold or windy conditions. Tonight proved to be different.
 
How different? Well, the final score was 17 to 11, the Yankees.

His Stats, so far:

Game 1: AB: 2 H: 2 R: 0 RBI: 2
Game 2: AB: 3 H: 2 R: 1 RBI: 0
Game 3: AB: 2 H: 1 R: 0 RBI: 0
Game 4: AB: 3 H: 2 R: 0 RBI: 1
Game 5: AB: 4 H: 3 R: 1 RBI: 2
Game 6: AB: 2 H: 0 R: 0 RBI: 0
Game 7: AB: 3 H: 3 R: 3 RBI: 4
Game 8: AB: 3 H: 2 R: 1 RBI: 0
Game 9: AB: 3 H: 1 R: 1 RBI: 1
Total: AB: 25 H: 16 R: 7 RBI: 10


Wednesday, April 24, 2013

Teppanyaki and friends

I think my dad has had a lot of influence on many of people. I say this because I came across a facebook post by an old friend of mine from grade school. It was a picture of her two sons enjoying a meal and show at Yamato Japanese Steakhouse in Oklahoma City.

My parents weren't wealthy. They weren't rich. But they were smart with money. My dad was a professor at a local university and my mom was an educator and then a counselor.

With her salary, the bills were paid, and she always had nest eggs with several banks. My dad paid for the fun stuff--vacations, dining out at nice places, and me. Yes, being the only child, he bought me tons of toys. I was spoiled. But he also wanted me to have friends, so he made time for my friends and I.

On weekends and days off, my dad and I would drive in his little Nissan truck picking up my friends. We would all sit in the bed as he would swerve back and forward down the street. My friends loved it.

When I was a kid, I didn't have very many friends. Well, I had friends, but I whined a lot. I was the only kid and I had a throne, which I didn't come down from until middle school.

The good friends were the ones that came to play with me when my dad would pick them up. Had they not been good friends, I'm sure the kids would have begged not to come play with me--maybe they did and the parents forced them to go and play with the son of a school board member.

They all looked up to him and saw him as a role model. They must have thought I was the luckiest kid in the world. One of those kids was my old friend from grade school whom I've kept closed contact with through facebook.

One birthday--perhaps it was my nineth or tenth birthday--I wanted to have dinner at Shogun Japanese Steak House in McAllen with my friends. It was something totally foreign, twenty-five years ago, in an area where Mexican food was the norm. This was a place I could totally impress my friends.  

I remember my dad and I picking my friends up from their house to take them to Shogun. I could tell my friends were nervous yet excited to try something that was foreign and cool--like something from the Karate Kid movies. One of my friends even made karate kicks in excitement when we sat in the private dining room waiting for our meal and our very own teppanyaki performance.

So, the picture of my friends' sons brought back memories. The reaction of her sons watching the teppanyaki chef cooking in amazement was similar to the reaction of my friends twenty-five years ago at my birthday party at Shogun.

 

Tuesday, April 23, 2013

8th Game of the Season

Continued.

Again, I missed my son's little league baseball game.This time it was due to my attendance at Earth Day Dallas. However, my wonderful wife did provide the best play-by-play reporting via SMS. I was able to follow the 1 1/2 hour game reading her text messages. 

My son's team, the Yankees, won 9 to 1.

His Stats, so far:

Game 1: AB: 2 H: 2 R: 0 RBI: 2
Game 2: AB: 3 H: 2 R: 1 RBI: 0
Game 3: AB: 2 H: 1 R: 0 RBI: 0
Game 4: AB: 3 H: 2 R: 0 RBI: 1
Game 5: AB: 4 H: 3 R: 1 RBI: 2
Game 6: AB: 2 H: 0 R: 0 RBI: 0
Game 7: AB: 3 H: 3 R: 3 RBI: 4
Game 8: AB: 3 H: 2 R: 1 RBI: 0
Total: AB: 22 H: 15 R: 6 RBI: 9






 

Thursday, April 18, 2013

7th Game of the Season

Continued.

Yup, my son's little league team are kind of like the MLB Yankees.

The first few games of the season, they faced some fierce competitors--teams that were older, taller, and more experienced. Of course, they'll play these teams again before the season is over. But at least these three wins will give them confidence before they meet again.

Supposedly, my son did great. I didn't watch the game, due to my responsibilities as a board member on duty. While my son had the best performance of the season, I managed the concession and cooked hotdogs, sausage wraps, and burgers for families who rushed to watch their own kid's games.

But my son had a great game and added to his stats, and the team won 10 to 2.

His Stats, so far:

Game 1: AB: 2 H: 2 R: 0 RBI: 2
Game 2: AB: 3 H: 2 R: 1 RBI: 0
Game 3: AB: 2 H: 1 R: 0 RBI: 0
Game 4: AB: 3 H: 2 R: 0 RBI: 1
Game 5: AB: 4 H: 3 R: 1 RBI: 2
Game 6: AB: 2 H: 0 R: 0 RBI: 0
Game 7: AB: 3 H: 3 R: 3 RBI: 4
Total: AB: 19 H: 13 R: 5 RBI: 9





 

Tuesday, April 16, 2013

The pets that "ran away"


It was recently revealed to me that, when I was young, my pets didn't just run away. Nope.

Sandy, Becky, Puppy, and many more didn't run away  because I was mean to them or didn't feed them. It was more like they were taken, while I was at school, to the local pound by my parents. My mom, to be more precise.

This was revealed after my dad had asked me how my dog, Chato, whom I've had for almost 15 years, was doing.

"Can you believe you've had Chato for how many years?" my dad asked.

"Fifteen," I replied.

"Wow. This is the longest you've had a pet, right?"

I nodded.

"How's he doing? Does he still have accidents?"

"He's doing okay. Because of his kidney issues, he still has his accidents. We have to put doggy diapers on him before we leave the house in the morning."

"You know, that's why your mom took Puppy to the pound."

Not only was I trying to intake my food but also what was just revealed to me about my dog, Puppy. Puppy was a poodle, who I had during high school and into college. He was a bit aggressive but loved to play.

One of my mom's friends breed her shih tzu with Puppy to have a litter of very cute puppies. We adopted one from the litter and called him CJ--short for Chato Jonas. CJ became my dad's favorite dog, but ended up running away after I left him outside during the Fourth of July--something I've always felt bad about.

I guess my mom had enough of Puppy peeing on the furniture in the house that she and the housekeeper decided to take Puppy to the pound.

"You know, that wasn't the only pet your mom took to the pound or gave away," my dad continued.

The revelation then became quite comical. I remember feeling sad that my pets ran away and thinking it was mostly due to my actions. With Puppy, I actually thought that perhaps he had been killed, after my neighbors spotted a little dog on the side of the road dead.

"Chato has been a great companion, though," my dad stated. Probably after realising that what he has revealed was making me upset.

It didn't really. That was a long time ago, and I was a little irresponsible when it came to caring for the animals. I'd like to think, however, that a good family adopted my pets from the pound, and that they all lived good lives.

 

Saturday, April 13, 2013

6th Game of the Season

Continue.

The Yankees were on their way to win their third consecutive game; however, to be fair to the other players, the coach rotated the kids, and the best players were benched.

The score was 3 to 0 up until the opposing team rallied to score the final 5 to 3.

Although my son did not score hits, he did tag out a runner at first.

His Stats, so far:

Game 1: AB: 2 H: 2 R: 0 RBI: 2
Game 2: AB: 3 H: 2 R: 1 RBI: 0
Game 3: AB: 2 H: 1 R: 0 RBI: 0
Game 4: AB: 3 H: 2 R: 0 RBI: 1
Game 5: AB: 4 H: 3 R: 1 RBI: 2
Game 6: AB: 2 H: 0 R: 0 RBI: 0
Total: AB: 16 H: 10 R: 2 RBI: 5






This photo was taken on April 10, 2013 using an HTC PH44100.  

Tuesday, April 9, 2013

4th and 5th Game of the Season

Continued.

This was a good week for my son's little league team, the Yankees. The first game, which was on Friday, they won 6 to 1. Then they won 8 to 3 in their second game on Saturday.

His Stats, so far:

Game 1: AB: 2 H: 2 R: 0 RBI: 2
Game 2: AB: 3 H: 2 R: 1 RBI: 0
Game 3: AB: 2 H: 1 R: 0 RBI: 0
Game 4: AB: 3 H: 2 R: 0 RBI: 1
Game 5: AB: 4 H: 3 R: 1 RBI: 2
Total:     AB: 14 H: 10 R: 2 RBI: 5
 


 
 

This photo was taken on April 5, 2013 using an HTC PH44100.


 

Monday, April 8, 2013

Writing

Since I was young, I've always loved writing. The thing is, sometimes I wondered what exactly I was writing about.

Imagine writing something the night before and the next morning deciphering non-sense. At times I cringe at my writing, yet I wouldn't delete it as if it were something of historical value.

When I was a sophomore in high school, I decided to keep a diary. Yes, I called it that and the boys at school would tease me. It wasn't until my mom clarified that girls kept a diary and boys kept journals.

Anyways, I had a diary journal. Inside the journal were poems I would write to impress girls. Yes, I would write lame limericks to show girls my interest in hopes that I would win their attention. Sometimes it would work, but then my inner-Raj (a reference to The Big Bang Theory) would kick-in. I was extremely shy when it came to girls. Really.

How pittiful was my inner-Raj? In high school, for example, I wrote poems to a cute girl named Gloria. For weeks I wrote and wrote of my love for her. The poems were lame, but eventually I got the girl. Or should I say, had the girl. We went together for one day. Yes, a day. Maybe not even 24 hours. I got to school and she basically called it off because I wouldn't hold her hand.

This obviously depressed me. I lost all focus in school--as if I was ever focused in school (tic). I continued to write and write until I met the next girl, which so happened to be the very next week.

The next victim to my poetry was Cathy. Similar to Gloria, I wrote poems to Cathy about my love. Again, I got the girl. This time I made sure to hold her hand.

What type of poems would I write?

I would write about love and life. Yes, it's broad, but really I didn't know what I was writing. Again, the majority of the poems were meant for girls I had crushes on. When I was in a relationship, the poems would focus on the time spent together. Sometimes I would write a poem after listening to a song. So, it varied.

Does rhyming come naturally?

Hell no. Today it's easy to make thing rhyme with the help of the Google. When I was young, I actually had to resort to a rhyming book, which I begged my dad to buy. Thankfully, my dad was supportive on my creativity.

Do you still write poems?

No. It all stopped when i had nothing else to write. Or perhaps, nothing that has inspired me to write. There is no need to write poems. Remember, I wrote poem to woo girls. I've got the girl.










 

Friday, April 5, 2013

Scary Kitty the Cat Part 3

Continued.

An aha moment.

My morning routine usually entailes waking up, turning on the heater, make coffee, then showering. After my shower, I dry myself with a towel then cover with a robe.

This particular morning was no different than any other morning. The only difference was that when I got out of the shower, I could hear our temporary permanent cat, Kitty, in the bedroom. I didn't think much of it.

There she was meowing at me--having a conversation. Then it all changed when I disrobed. She stopped meowing and bolted out of the room.

After I got dressed, I went downstairs and found Kitty hidding under the table. She meowed at me but then ran off again when I attempted to reach out to pet her.

I turned to my wife and asked jokingly, "Is this what happened to us three plus years ago?" No response.

Clearly, I'm repulsive and just plain scary with no clothes on.

Continue.

 

Wednesday, April 3, 2013

3rd Game of the Season

My son's team, the Yankees, are having a bit of a hard time getting the 16-game season started; however, the next few games may be their chance to put some wins in their season stats.

The team lost, 12 to 3.

Stats:

Game 1: AB: 2 H: 2 R: 0 RBI: 2
Game 2: AB: 3 H: 2 R: 1 RBI: 0
Game 3: AB: 2 H: 1 R: 0 RBI: 0





This photo was taken on March 28, 2013 using an HTC PH44100.