It
has been a dangerous weekend thus far around the Island. Way too many accidents involving
motorcycles. With the sheer volume of
motorcycles on the Island for the Rally this weekend, some uptick is to be
expected, but my fire department app has been exploding. Thankfully most of them have been relatively minor,
but at least two have put people in the hospital in critical condition.
So,
we left the Island yesterday to go watch Jachin play some baseball. They did a pretty good job. This is Fall Ball, so they don’t really try
to be as aggressive to win as they would during a normal season. Jachin even got to pitch. He is McCullers-esque in his approach – very
… emotional. We are trying to get him to
emulate Keuchel or Verlander instead.
They rarely show emotion at all, and never in regard to ball and strike
calls by the umpire.
We
were going to eat lunch after the game at Cracker Barrel, but the wait was over
30 minutes. We thought we were good
since it was already almost 2:00. What
are people doing, waiting so long to eat lunch?
I was hungry at 11:30. We settled
for Sonic instead, since it was in the parking lot of the WalMart we stopped at
in LaMarque (Or is it in Texas City? I have no idea where the dividing line is). The purpose of the WalMart trip was a little
more than people watching this time, although LaMarque has its share of “interesting”
people. We needed to pick up a small
Christmas tree to use for an “Angel tree” type ministry project we are doing at
Seaside for the folks in Alvin, and for any others we can get information
on. Amazingly, Chris was pretty focused
on just getting what we came for, so we weren’t there very long.
Back
at home we watched a little of the Oklahoma vs, Oklahoma State football
game. Primarily so I could talk to our
resident Oklahomans at church today. The
score was 38-38 at halftime when we had to leave the house again, and I think the
final was something like 62-52. I think
the state of Oklahoma forgot how to play defense.
Back
into Texas for the evening. We headed to
Hitchcock this time to watch Josiah, then Micah play their games. Josiah played catcher for the first time in
his young career. They decided to put
him there for two reasons. One was that he
knows the game so well. The other was a
little less glamourous. He was beginning
to get bored out in the field, and playing catcher kept his head in the game
every pitch. Gotta say, he did a great
job. Threw a kid out at third on an
attempted steal, and got several guys out at the plate as well. They lost the game, but I think we might have
ourselves a young Brian McCann in the making.
Micah played first base for his team.
He was also the lead-off hitter.
Being the home team, however, the opponents had a top of the first
inning that lasted almost an hour. After
striking out the first two batters, the pitcher suddenly couldn’t find the strike
zone. They finally put in a reliever who
shut them down, but the damage was already done. As for Micah, though, he worked a walk in
both his times at bat. Both times he
stole second, advanced to third on a wild pitch and scored on another wild
pitch. I think he was happy in spite of the
score.
We
finally made it back home in time to watch a Hallmark movie (thanks to the time change) and hit the
sack around 10:30, new time. Which is
actually old time. I think. Ah the life
of a grandparent.
1
John 5:20 says, “We know also that the
Son of God has come and has given us understanding, so that we may know him who
is true. And we are in him who is true — even in his Son Jesus Christ. He is the
true God and eternal life.”
Father,
please watch over the motorcyclists. And
please do a work of healing on the ones still in the hospital. Amen.
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