Well,
I have already been verbally accosted this morning because my blog is late
being posted. The loving, caring
individual wanted to know what I could possibly have been doing last night to
cause such a disruption in my - and her – morning routine. What was I doing … indeed. I was, along with, oh, a few million other
interested parties (including said afore-mentioned jokester), watching the Astros beat the Dodgers in World Series game
five. All 10 gut-wrenching innings of
it. All five-plus heart-stopping hours
of it. And the best part of it all? Well, aside from having some great friends
over to enjoy the spectacle with us. With
all the talking and eating and laughing and screaming in the house, I could
barely hear Joe Buck. Speaking of Joe
Buck, I heard that his usual haunt over at the football games was thanking his
replacement for a job well done. Well,
please don’t get too used to whoever it was.
You are more than welcome to have good ol’ Joe back, say … starting Tuesday
night?
I do
have to add a few details about our little watch party. The food, of course was magnificent. Chris made her signature taco soup. Someone brought those little swirly things
full of stuff. No idea what they are
called, but they tasted good. Sam
treated me to her signature crab dip. I
was set for the evening. Yes, I shared. Lauren and Ed brought several armfuls of apple
pies … and some Blue Bell to go with it.
Let’s see … Bryan and Jennifer came, and so did Cathy. Oh, and Corey and Brennan were there for the first
inning, but it took Keuchel so long to get them out, it was almost Brennan’s
bedtime (or was it Corey’s?), so they
had to leave. And of course there was the
spirit of Sarah. She couldn’t be here in
person, but her superstitious-dom was reverenced … and referenced … throughout
the night.
Now,
as exciting as the game was, there is no doubt the true enthusiasm of the evening
occurred at my house. And it wasn’t limited
to a single expression. Nay. For you see, after every Astros home run (and they set a record for home runs),
more than one of the watch party attendees broke into wild and ferocious home
run dances. I’m not saying whose was the
best, for all were … unique. I don’t
think any were caught on video, either, so you’ll just have take my word for it
– they were just … special. It took some
doing to top the expressions of glee each time, until Ed and, umm, someone else,
were outside in the street dancing and joyfully singing. Best I could tell we, er, I mean “they” didn’t
wake up any neighbors.
And
now the series goes to Los Angeles. The
Astros have two games to win one. Their
ace number one-A, Verlander, is set to pitch.
But here’s the rub … the game is on Tuesday night. That would be Halloween. We already have a big party planned to give
away Bibles and candy to the children who come by (and we usually have several hundred). Now that party has officially been expanded. Wonder how many kids will be wearing Astros
garb? Wonder how many kids we will have
after 7 p.m. (game time)? Well, you are
all welcome to join us at the house Tuesday, starting around 5:30. We need as many people as possible to sit in the
front yard. And I’ll be out to check on y’all
… between innings.
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John 4:20-21 says, “If anyone says, ‘I
love God,’ yet hates his brother, he is a liar. For anyone who does not love
his brother, whom he has seen, cannot love God, whom he has not seen. And he has given us this command: Whoever
loves God must also love his brother.”
Father,
thank you for friends and fun and lots of laughter. Makes for a healthy combination. Amen.
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