Page 2: A “Boobie” Trap
From Fox News: A 30 year old teacher from Ohio got drunk at a wedding. Ok, so what else is new? I know a lot of teachers that like to drink...A lot.
Go ahead.. make my day! (Delaware County's Sheriff's Office)
What makes this story interesting is that when the authorities came to arrest her for disorderly conduct (again, disorderly drunk teachers.. what else is new? My teacher friends are agreeing with me I am sure) she decided to take out her boob and shoot breast milk at them. "Authorities say that when they arrived she screamed profanities and proceeded to remove her right breast from her dress and spray the deputies with her breast milk." It must of worked because the cops had to call for backup. The article continues: "Additional deputies arrived and were able to remove her from the car and arrest her."
Can you imagine the scene, with the drunk teacher clutching her right breast in the parking lot screaming "Stand back -- all of you! Don't make me use this! I don't want to hurt anyone!"
Must have been some potent breast milk.
Page 2: Suspicious Package? It “Depends”…
"Page 2" is a new segment of my blog devoted to those news articles that you may have missed, buried on page 2 of newspapers and websites...
From CNN: A 95-year old elderly woman was subjected to a pat-down by the TSA at a Florida Airport. During the pat down, "TSA agent came out and told her that her mother's Depend undergarment was "wet and it was firm, and they couldn't check it thoroughly." The mother and daughter left to find a bathroom, at the TSA officer's request, to take off the adult diaper."
Lena Reppert and her daughter Jean Weber (Fox News)
Sure, we can all get upset that this 95 year old lady had to go through this. And, yes, it was probably a bit extreme. However, I applaud the TSA for doing their job thoroughly. I mean, really, why would anyone WANT to check an adult diaper, described as "wet" and "firm", of a 95 year old woman?
I wouldn't!
My Father’s Day Blog Entry
It's been a while since I have written because, quite frankly, I have been stuck. You see, with Father's Day coming and going I read a lot of good and not so good articles on the subject. I read about abused children, loved children, children with fathers, children who didn't know their father, children that took their dying father to a baseball game, and a myriad of other light articles on the topic. So, being the good blogger I am, I wanted to write a Father's Day article too! Heck, I felt I qualified as someone who could write on this subject. First, I was a father. Check. Second, I can write. Check. Lastly, I have something great to share about father's day! Um.. No.
My first real case of writer's block. I didn't have some great revelation or story to tell that made me a better father than others. My father didn't abuse me (well, except for a corny sense of humor which he still contends is my mother's fault) and there are no experiences that I have had as a father (yet) that might be overly enlightening for others to read about. So what pearls of wisdom could I possibly share?
My son and I at Gulf Shores, Alabama, 2001
Then it dawned on me as I looked around the room. My son made something for me when he was a very young man back in 2001 and I have it proudly displayed on the wall in my study. It is a piece of construction paper with his little footprints on them and a poem glued to the center of the page:
"Walk a Little slower, Daddy." said a little child so small.
I'm following in your footsteps and I don't want to fall.
Sometimes your steps are very fast, sometimes they're hard to see;
So walk a little slower Daddy, for you are leading me.
Someday when I'm all grown up, You're what I want to be.
Then I will have a little child who'll want to follow me.
And I would want to lead just right, and know that I was true;
So, walk a little slower, Daddy, for I must follow you!
When I look back at my life I am reminded just how much my father's morals and guidance impacted my life as a child and as an adult. It is an awesome responsibility for me to set that example for my son both now and in the future. Sometimes I forget that a young man is, in a sense, following in my footsteps.
Can you make Father's Day resolutions? I think I will make it a point to slow down a little more and remember who is following me.
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I took this picture yesterday on the way to work. I am not sure that if I were to own a trucking company I would name it this.
Men Behaving Badly
As I have mentioned in previous entries, my son plays on a select baseball team of 12 and 13 year old boys. We do weekend tournaments every other weekend that bring together teams from all over the area. We see a lot of different personalities in the players, parents, and the coaches. Usually everyone at these tournaments has a great attitude and cheers their kids on in a friendly way. However, every now and then you run into a coach or a parent who has a different attitude. This past weekend we saw two examples of baseball coaches that I would never allow my son to play for. Quite frankly, I was amazed that the parents sat idly by while these coaches made complete asses of themselves on the field in front of their boys (and ours!). Here's what happened:
Coach #1: We played well this weekend and ended up being the #1 seed for bracket play. This means that you get the team that finished the worst the day before as your first opponent, which we will call the purple team. Well, this purple team really had no business playing in this tournament as they really were no match for anyone so the game moved quickly in our favor. We reached a point where one more run would have ended the game via a mercy rule. We had a runner on 3rd but our coach did not let him run home even though the next few batters managed to get hits and get on base. Why? Well, he wanted to make sure all the boys got a chance to bat in the game and he had one boy left to hit - his son. His son came up to bat and got a hit, scoring the final run and ending the game. The coach on the purple team came unglued at that point and started yelling and cussing at our coach. He was upset that our coach delayed the end of the game and kept his players in the sun for an extra few minutes instead of letting them go home. The other team's parents also started chiming in and yelling at our coach about his game play all at the astonishment of our parents. All our coach was trying to do was to be fair and give every kid on the team an at bat, and it just so happened his son was the last batter (his son being the last batter says something about our coach as well, don't you think?) Cooler heads prevailed eventually and everyone calmed down as our parents had to remind everyone that it was just a 12 year old baseball game and not the Mega-Championship World Series of the Universe.
Setting an example?
Coach #2: We continued to play well and made it to the championship game. We learned the coach of the other team had been ejected from a 10 year old baseball game earlier in the day for cussing out the umpire, so he decided to jump in and coach the 12 year old game instead since he was part of this club's organization. He was a hot head, arguing with the umpires on many calls and getting several warnings in the process. He didn't get ejected, but he managed to demonstrate his assness regularly during the game. At one point, he tried to steal home and sent a runner in while our pitcher had his back turned. He did not succeed and the runner was easily called out, but he then promptly started yelling at the umpire for not calling the pitcher for some sort of balk or whatnot. Essentially, he was trying to cheat. This went on and on after our kids left the field and there was a 5 minute delay in the game while the coach continued to yell at the umpires. He was about to be tossed when another coach pulled him off the field.
Now, I will be the first to admit that I am no saint on the baseball field. When I see a call go the wrong way or something happen that I don't think is fair I have a tendency to be vocal about it. However I think the coaches that volunteer their time to be mentors to these young boys have an obligation to always take the high road on the baseball field. So many of them seem to forget that their team of young, impressionable boys are watching them and in some way they are shaping how these boys will act when confronted with similar situations in their lives. The coach of my boy's team gets mad for sure when our team makes a bonehead mistake or gets a bad call but he never berates an umpire or a player during the game.
I guess the thing that keeps me grounded is that my son's future in or out of baseball has nothing to do with what happens on the 12 year old baseball field. I think that many parents have a hard time remembering that. I know we all are very protective of our children and want them to be successful, but their success is influenced more by the adult's behavior around them than the scoreboard at the end of the game.
(I welcome your comments on this article)
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