Tuesday, July 25, 2017

Ballplayer

Stay up and watch the Braves? If you were like me you changed the channel when they fell behind. All those wild pitches looked like passed balls to me. Flowers was on one knew, and not shifting his body to block the pitch. What was Dickey supposed to do, stop throwing knuckleballs? He gets shelled when he throws his fastball.
 
In his book Chipper said he thought Maddux kept playing until Roger Clemens retired to make sure Maddux was the winningest pitcher of his generation. Jones said once Leo came out and told Maddux to walk Louis Gonzales to set up the double play. Maddux never wanted to walk anyone (less than one thousand in his career, perhaps the lowest K/BB ratio in history). Maddux told Leo he would get Gonzales to pop up to third. And that’s exactly what happened.
 
In his second season Chipper asked Barry Bonds to autograph two balls. Bonds refused. Years later Bonds reached third base and asked Jones why he didn’t talk to him anymore. “Are you serious?” Chipper thought. Jones said David Justice was like a big brother to him, helping him master the mental part of the game.
 
Left work at 5:50 and drove straight to dance class, our last. We had a special class made up of married couples we know, all recruited by Ceil’s friend Nancy. Seems like most of the people who frequent that studio are singles looking for dates. After the class everyone went over to Nancy’s. I was tired and didn’t want to go hang around a bunch of people I didn’t know well, but I did have a good time. Didn’t get home until almost ten. Too tired to go to bed so I crashed on the couch for an hour.

Monday, July 24, 2017

Hot Fun in the Summertime

Rough weekend. On the go the whole time. Friday night I worked until six. Got home and we went to Mellow Mushroom. C got a small Greek salad and we split a small pizza. Was after nine before we got home.

Saturday morning we got outside and worked in the yard. Moved limbs that had fallen, cleared out the wooded area, pulled ivy off trees, then I cut the grass. Worked until it started raining. It was so hot that I had to take breaks. Drank 60 ounces of water.

At 2:30 I drove out to Gwinnett. As usual traffic was bad. Drove through a thunderstorm. Got a front row parking spot just as the rain hit. The rain cooled everything off. Good game. Lucas Sims pitched seven shutout innings. Ozzie Albies hit a home run. Saw prospects Rio Ruiz, Ronald Acuna, and Lane Adams. Phil Gosselin and Joey Terdoslavich played for Indianapolis. But the heat came back, even as the sun set. Drank 40 ounces of Gatorade on the way home. 

I was talking to Johnny and Hugh at the Gwinnett Braves game. I had shown them the Crackers tickets. Hugh wanted one so he could show people what tickets cost back in the day. Another guy was talking about the ballpark in Montgomery, and how a train track ran through the outfield. The old railroad station is the ticket booth. We drove past the Nashville park. Was on top of a hill as I recall. Big scoreboard shaped like a guitar. Didn’t know that about the right field.
I’m reading the Chipper Jones book. He only played a short while in Durham but said he hit the bull, but never received his certificate for a free steak.
Late Sunday morning C and I drove to Macon. As usual traffic was heavy through downtown and south of turn. Got cut off so many times that I finally pulled into the far right lane and quit passing cars. Watched the end of the British Open. C cooked spaghetti and meatballs, mixed vegetables, fruit salad, French bread, and strawberry shortcake for dessert. More traffic on the way home, including a ten mile stretch of 5 mph due to an accident near Barnesville. Got home at eight and I crashed on the couch.

Barney enjoyed the trip but I think it wore him out. After we got home he laid out on the floor, and slept downstairs on the cool floor. Even when I got up this morning he wouldn’t jump in the bed.

After my shower this morning I was in and out of hot and cold places, so by the time I got to work I was sweating. I’m worried poison ivy might break out on my neck. Forgot a shirt to change into for this evening’s dance class. Spilt cereal all over my car. Not a good start to the week.

Got a comment on an old blog post about SunTrust, that the Braves moved from downtown “because racists refused to spend their money to build” a similar development surrounding Turner Field. Guess the guy missed all the AJC stories over the past twenty years of the Braves repeated attempts to build bars and restaurants and give the city 75% of the profit, but the city didn’t want to give up their parking revenues. Guess the guy forgot about the putt putt course next to Turner Field that didn’t last a year.      
 
The Brookwood Grill is catty corner across from Olive Garden, just down the street from HOLA. A salesman brought in Chickfila biscuits this morning. I’m still not quite right from all the heat this weekend. Need to drink more. Dance class tonight.

Jim Johnson will hopefully be traded. A better team can use him in the bullpen but not as a closer.

Sunday, July 23, 2017

Mellow Mushroom

Friday night we cashed in a free pizza bracelet at Mellow Mushroom
(so the bill was $14.00).
Interesting d├ęcor - especially the ceiling.
Saturday morning we got tons done outside in the yard:
pulling up ivy, cutting weeds, taking limbs to the ravine, cutting the grass, and clearing the woods - all in the extreme heat.
My watch tracked every step, even my trek down to the creek.
The new Niekro bobble.

Saturday, July 22, 2017

Phil Niekro Night

The usual heavy traffic up 85 north to Coolray Field. Got there early enough to be waved into one of the closest parking spots. Pulled in just as a thunderstorm rolled in - cooling the afternoon air. Luckily my car was not hit by a foul ball.

Ran into the Coach up at the gate. He detailed his whirlwind trip last weekend to Myrtle Beach. Standing in line last Friday night before the gates opened with Katie, Michael, and Bobby, the four debated whether to go. Coach and Katie left SunTrust Park at 8 pm, drove up 85 north (perhaps they stopped by Katie's place in Cumming), made it to Charleston by 3:30 am, left at noon for MB, attended the Pelicans game, and made it back to Cumming by 8:30 am. Coach still had to drive to Warner Robins. Coach said Kevin was buying Heyward bobbles for $5.00 - that's cheaper than Gwinnett bobbles.
There was a super long line to get Phil Niekro's autograph,
so I snapped a photo instead.
With nothing to do while the grounds crew readied the field, I got in the back of the autograph line. Made several friends, including the guy in the old blue cap above. He had a vintage poster to be signed. Chatted with a dad and his son. Behind me was a young man from Macon, who now lived in Montgomery. Later his wife (from Portland) and two year old son joined him, and the talk turned from ballparks and autographs to child-rearing. Befriended a retired usher from Pensacola, and talked to LJ. As we all suspected, we were too far back for an autograph. 
To our dismay, Phil had been ushered down to the field to throw out the first pitch. He warmed up with a youngster (below), then retreated to the dugout to autograph balls for the Little league team in light blue.
After being introduced, Niekro climbed the mound to the pitching rubber,
then walked down to the front of the mound.
Then wound up, and... 
 ...tossed a knuckler for a strike.
 After the pitch Niekro struck a familiar pose,
drawing cheers from the crowd.

After shaking hands with the catcher,
Phil made a point to greet the umpires.
Sat in the right field corner with LJ (left) and Johnny (right).
Coach and Katie had second row seats by Gwinnett's on deck circle.
Norman snapped a picture of the lineups, studded with prospects:
Ozzie Albies, Ronald Acuna, Rio Ruiz, Lane Adams, & Lucas Sims.
Former Braves Phil Gosselin and Joey Terdoslovich played for Indianapols,
whose hitting coach was Butch Wyneger.
When a line drive rocketed into our little corner
one of Johnny's grandsons picked it up.
The ball came in so fast that young Saylors (below) started crying...
...but he recovered nicely.
The red T-shirt said "Yes, it's me."
Batting left-handed, Ozzie Albies hit a home run
just over the right-centerfield fence onto the berm.
With glove on, Hugh sat at the ready.
Good talking to him. Hugh had studied the lineups of both teams,
and knew who was hot. Just like always.
Gift shop had team issued fidget spinners.
And MLB Fourth of July socks. I passed.
 Took my black adidas Campus sneakers out for a spin. It was hot. 
Super long lines before the gates opened, stretching further than I'd ever seen - around the third base side of the stadium. I had several bobbles to get, and absolutely no help. Didn't get as many as I needed to get.

Friday, July 21, 2017

Entitlements



Entitlement is a word I hear a lot these days. Webster defines it as “the feeling or belief that you deserve to be given something (such as special privileges and treatment), or a type of financial help provided by the government of a particular group.” People hear about the government providing cell phones, health insurance, and other “entitlements” in addition to the life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness guaranteed in the Constitution, and get mad.
 
But oftentimes those mad at those abusing the system exhibit entitled behavior as well. Exceeding the speed limit. Parking at yellow curbs. Rolling through stop signs. Ignoring rules. I have certainly been guilty of a few of these myself. Why is ok for me to be above the law, but it’s not ok for others? It isn’t.
 
In a related note, this article suggests what used to be known as the post-Christian world is now a world made up of millions of individuals who live as if they themselves are gods.
 
 
Worked until six again Wednesday. Stood at my new desk for 2 or 3 hours. Drove to the library and checked out books by Ken Follett and Chipper Jones.
 
C had supper ready: grilled chicken, spinach, and rice. We ate, then went to Perimeter Mall. Got home at nine. Not much on TV.
 
This morning our GM saw my standup desk and said he didn’t want to catch me sitting. Asked if I had a pad to stand on. Not yet. So far so good, but I need to take sitting breaks. Forgot to wear my watch yesterday so I couldn’t see an uptick in steps, but I’m expecting today to be more than usual.


Today’s Seinfeld story: talking about these stand-up desks reminded me of the episode where George asked why the security guard at the clothing store had to stand all day. “Why couldn’t he sit?” asked George. The guard was given a chair, and soon thereafter the guard fell asleep, and the store was robbed.
 
So Thursday was the first day I stood most of the day at my new desk. OK so far, but by the end of the day I was a little tired and sore. Wanted to knock out a project so I stayed past 6:30. It was almost 7:30 when I got home. Ceil wanted me to clear out the ivy on the far side of the house – something that needed to get done. I hate starting a project I can’t finish the same day, but I put on long pants and long sleeves, and gloves. It was the hottest day of the year, and I was really sweating. Pulled out a wire, but hopefully it was one that isn’t used anymore. Got about halfway done by dark. Went in and took a shower. Was bushed, and slept well last night. Except…
 
Barney was acting odd for some reason. He slept downstairs but came upstairs at the exact minute my alarm usually goes off. He was standing next to my side of the bed, smiling and panting. Then he jumped on the bed and dug around on my pillow. I pulled the covers over my head so he wouldn’t lick me to death. We both went to sleep with him between my head and the baseboard. Later he crawled down to the foot of the bed closer to the ceiling fan, and but his head on my legs. I had to move him so I could get out of bed.  
 
The people who keep wondering if the Braves will be buyers or sellers at the trade deadline – they must be the people who sell their stocks the first time they take a dip. They’ve forgotten that the Braves have a long term plan. Just because the team is doing better is no reason to throw the plan out the window and trade prospects in the hopes of maybe earning a wild card berth. Goodness gracious, have a tiny bit of patience.  
 
Think the Braves will make many moves before the deadline? You’d think if Snit wanted to send Dansby down he’d have done it in this time before the trade deadline, to get his stroke back before August.
 
Rob: We were at the game on Friday.  We did not get there until 7:15, but there were still plenty of Kemp bobbleheads.  Are you going to the game with the replica Aaron statue?
 
I am  hoping the Braves move out some veterans to clear up space for younger players.  We will know after this road trip, but if we are not seriously in contention for a wild card spot, I would rather see Dansby, Albie, Camargo every day in the infield as opposed to them splitting time with Phillips and Matt Adams.  I also want to see a spot cleared for Lucas Sims.
 
Not sure about the Aaron statue game. A guy I’m getting the Gwinnett bobbles for owes me two SunTrust tickets, I guess for the Aaron and the upcoming Freeman. I think there is a giveaway TBA on August 4 and in September.
 
M went to the Tuesday Cubs game with a group of Whole Foods coworkers. He probably didn’t mind the rain delays. M’s car may need to be replaced. Taillights don’t work, and I’m not sure it will pass emissions. Might give him my 2005 Civic and get me something newer. Another Civic, or a CR-Z.
 
Ceil’s teaching is expending from 3 to 4 days this next year. She starts back August 1. We won’t have to pay M’s tuition (at least for now) so hopefully we can make some headway financially.
I see GT QB Justin Thomas was signed by the Saints as a wide receiver. He’s staying in New Orleans to work out and learn the system. Training camp starts soon. 
 
I hated missing Jerry Head’s funeral. I dressed for the funeral but this morning things got crazy and four of six team members were out. So sorry Don.

Thursday, July 20, 2017

'17 Heisman Frontrunners

2017 Heisman frontrunners, according to Sports Illustrated:
 
Saquon Barkley, Penn State senior RB.
1496 yards 18 TD last year.

Baker Mayfield, Oklahoma senior QB.
76 TDs to 15 int’s. Broke FBS pass efficiency rating.

Sam Darold, USC sophomore QB. Media darling.
Finished third in TQBR – behind Mayfield.

JT Barrett, Ohio State senior QB. Ranked 35th in TQBR.

Derrius Guice, LSU junior RB. Led the SEC in rushing last season and boasted a 7.6 yards per carry. The Guice is loose?


Mason Rudolph, Oklahoma State senior QB. 4091 yards 28 TDs in 2016. Ranked 20th in TQBR.

Who did they miss? Someone from FSU, for sure. 

 
With a big senior year Nick Chubb has a chance to break Herschel Walker’s UGA career rushing record (set in only three seasons). Chubb’s dismal junior season removed him from most of this year’s Heisman talk. With backfield mate Sony Michel also returning, Chubb will have to share yards.

Wednesday, July 19, 2017

YETIs and Dockers

Supposedly the cool thing to do with YETI coolers is to put a few super cool stickers on them. Kinda like a guitar case, but only the coolest of cool. While it is important to stay hydrated at the beach, I’ve never really felt the need to constantly drink beverages at the beach. Sure, drinking beverages I like is tasty and is fun, but these days every good beverage has something unhealthy in it: sugar, HFCS, aspartame, etc. For me drinking water isn’t fun. Sure, sandwiches and other tasty treats can be packed into coolers as well, but then again I don’t need to eat the bread. That leaves carrot sticks and celery. Yee ha. 
 
So anyway, what stickers would I put on my super cool YETI cooler? The classic blue 30A sticker. The Appalachian Trail AT sticker. A good quality Atlanta Braves sticker. Maybe the Hawks, because they have a good logo. What college football team? My alma mater Georgia Tech is famous for ugly out of date graphics. Either UGA or Clemson. Couldn’t have more than one school. Can’t let it get too cluttered.
 
Dic Dac said no one knows anything about YETIs in Indiana. He says that now that he’s moved back to South Carolina he’ll be forced to get one. I said it was the law – when he got his South Carolina   driver’s license they’d give him one.
The kids these days, they still like their cotton khakis. Dockers. Seinfeld despised them to the point of breaking up with a girl over them. He wore jeans instead. Neither jeans nor khakis look good on me. I really don’t think the Dockers look good on anyone, especially middle aged white men. At this point in my life dark clothes look better on me. It’s tough wearing a dark shirt with dark pants all the time, so I have to pick my spots. Slacks are easy to wear, and they look good. Even khaki slacks look better than cotton Dockers. 
 
I could wear black slacks to work every day. The only bad thing about that is being one of the few in the office wearing old guy clothes. Usually all the men wear dri-fit golf shirts, which I’m totally down with. Not many can pull off the untucked look at work and still look professional. Like Cal (Steve Carell) in Crazy Stupid Love, I’ve figured out I look better in clothes sized not as big: XL as opposed to XXL. Of course I figured that out after I filled my closet with XXL’s.
 
But the pants I’m really liking these days are made of the high-tech lightweight dri-fit or waterproof stretch fibers, like the ones put out by Columbia. So comfortable to wear. I have to look for pants with legs not too wide, because some of the Columbia’s are really wide.
 
Another accessory I’ve been wearing is an elastic baseball belt. They stretch and are lower profile than thicker belts. Better to be worn untucked, but if they’re in good condition (my navy one is old) they’re ok to wear with a tucked shirt. I need to get me a black baseball belt.  
  
    
Tuesday: Worked past six then got stuck in traffic on the way home. Took over an hour, so I didn’t feel like driving further to the library. C was at her Tuesday night Bible Study but had left baked chicken and salad. Since I had been sick I didn’t do much. Not much on TV except baseball. Felt ok last night but I should’ve taken a little medicine because I am sneezing again this morning.
 
Hardly rained out our house but SunTrust Park got plenty. M went to the game and didn’t mind staying out late. I also watched Colon vs the Yankees. Saw him strike out Judge, didn’t he? In the first NY hit the ball hard but right at people.

Wednesday: got my stand up desk. Will take a little getting used to. Set it up this afternoon and used it the rest of the day. Note: it’s impossible to make a desk look uncluttered in a picture. Some of the mess is next door on my neighbor’s desk. I have one of the cleaner desks in the office, thank you very much.
 
Wondering if some of my bobblehead buddies read my steamy underside post and got miffed. I didn’t name names. Most are stand up guys, guys I like to hang out with, outgoing guys hustling to make extra cash for their family – and helping distribute bobbles to collectors who can’t get to the game. Nothing wrong with that, it’s just not me. I went back and made some additions to the post, to make sure my words were clear.  

Tuesday, July 18, 2017

The Gwinnett Sweet Teas

 
People love to complain. Gwinnett enlists fans to submit suggestions for a new team name, and several dozen names came in. Then Gwinnett gives the fans the chance to vote on the top six names, as submitted by the fans. Then some fans are saying the team doesn’t care about the fans, even though the team included the fans every step of the way. Some of the very fans who liked some of the names have “changed their minds” and now publicly complained about the very choice they had liked before. Don’t they see that they can’t have it both ways?
 
There have been several people liking the name “Sweet Teas” which would be unique. These days in the minor leagues, the crazier the name the better. The Jumbo Shrimps. New Orleans Baby Cakes. Daytona Tortugas. Lug Nuts. Looks like the Gwinnett Buttons will win, as a nod to the signer of the Declaration of Independence. I had thought all along that the Gwinnett Groundhogs had a nice ring to it. Their mascot is a groundhog, since one of Gwinnett’s most famous residents is General Lee, the groundhog at the Little River Game Ranch. Maybe the Groundhogs name is already taken, like by a team in Pennsylvania. But I’m not going to complain.
 
I guess I was ahead of my time. Back in the 1980’s I was naming the four Camp SPdL teams bizarre names: Rakes, Shovels, Laredos, Roswell Roadsters, Peachtree Battlers, Buford Highway Patrol, Downtown Connectors. At reunions Kelly Curran Johnson still sings the fight song I wrote for the Roswell Roadsters, sung to the tune of the worldwide mega-hit song “We are the World.”  
 
 
Watched some of the Braves Monday night, but didn’t see the ninth inning rally fall short. Sounds like your man Snitker has benched Swanson and installed Camargo as the starting shortstop. Perhaps they’ll send Dansby to Gwinnett for a couple of weeks so he can get his stroke back. His problem is the screwball, but he won’t see major league screwballs at AAA.
Sports Illustrated recently had an article about how every year more and more of baseball games consist of either a strikeout, walk, or home run. In other words, more and more often, nothing happens. Fewer bunts than ever before. Fewer stolen bases. You never see a hit and run any more. Most teams don’t want to waste outs with bunts. That DBacks manager is new. Not sure what he was thinking, down six late and bunting, unless he had a short bench and had to let pitchers hit.
 
With all the increased strikeouts and supposed livelier baseball, I see little value in a “power hitter” who hits 15-25 home runs and strikes out 200 or more times a year. Yesterday they were talking about how Hank Aaron never struck out 100 times in a season (and 90 or more only three times in 20 plus years). Aaron thought it was embarrassing to have to walk back to the dugout after a K, and I agree. But these days there seems to be no shame. Give me a .300 hitting contact hitter over a .240 slugger any day.    
 
Matthew is going to tonight’s Braves Cubs game. Last night was a sellout, as was Saturday’s game.
 
 
Yesterday two coworkers were out and three had an afternoon conference call, making the last couple of hours at work crazy for me. Also my sneezing had increased considerably since Sunday. Left work at 4:50 and drove past my house to dance class. Braved the hour in class trying not to sneeze.
 
After dance I made a beeline for the gas station. Monday morning the RaceTrac that had been in a gas war with the new station next door was twenty cents higher, so I passed (by Tuesday morning RaceTrac had dropped their price the twenty cents). Gassed up and stopped back by Dollar Tree.
 
Steve and Sara had invited us and two other couples over for post dance refreshments. I didn’t feel like going but went anyway. We played a board game where you get points for answering questions correctly, and also wagering on who will get the question correct. It is simpler than it sounds. I didn’t do well until the question “How many yards was the longest field goal in NFL history?” I got the question correct, plus wagered everything I had, so I got a nice payoff. At best I finished in third place.
 
Went home and plopped on the couch. The drugs I took this morning must’ve worked, because I haven’t sneezed all day. Might be starting to wear off though.
 
About a month ago we got new key fobs at work to let us into the building every day. Fits on my keychain and makes it just a little bulkier. I hate having keys on other things in my front pockets, so I always put them in my rear pocket. But on July 4th before the race I took the key fob off my key ring because I always wear the key ring on my finger and hold my keys during the race. It’s not hard, and I don’t want my keys to fall out of a pocket.
 
Then I worked Wednesday Thursday and Friday without a problem. Yesterday and this morning I arrived at the front door at work at the same time as another coworker, and was let in. I didn’t have to hold my fob up to the door. Around 10 am this morning I had to go out to get something out of my car. Only then did I realize I didn’t have my key fob. I hadn’t taken my cell phone, so I had to use the visitor call button to get let in. Hopefully I can find the fob tonight.     
 
Dock’s dad is on another of his cross-country trips, and last night attended the Rockies/Padres game at Coors Field.
 
Have you been watching the NBA summer league? Nice to see John Collins play well for the Hawks.

Monday, July 17, 2017

Beach Trip

Vacation was good. Stayed out on the beach every day between 10:30 am and 6:45 pm. Some days I didn’t even go back up for lunch. In all we had about 49 people coming and going.
 
You’d think on vacation I’d be able to be able to spend lots of time on my pastimes, but the early walking, extended beach time, and eating out left little time. I even got less sleep than usual. After the walk I’d usually grab a quick nap. I was making a point to clean out my emails and unsubscribe from as many as possible, so hopefully going forward I’ll get less junk email. Kept up with my blog by posting pictures, as I didn’t have time to write or research. Some days I entered sweepstakes, but it took me until yesterday to really catch up with those, as well as the three customer survey panels. No time for eBay, which I really need to get back doing. Good thing I didn’t take my scrapbook calendar, cause I didn’t have time for that either. I did knock out a bunch of reading, and I always had time to eat.   
 
7th: C and M ate at Chickfila before leaving town. I had eaten at home. Stopped in Augusta at Starbucks.
 
8th: Ate lunch at peach orchard diner on the way to the beach. Papa John’s Pizza for dinner (long wait).
 
9th: Burger Fi, down on the corner of Main Street and Highway 17. W&MC left Augusta after the evening church service, and made it to NMB late.  
 
Sunday Ceil’s cousin Phil said he and big Larry had walked that morning, so for the next five days I walked with them: 2 miles, 2-1/2, three twice, and finally on Friday we walked all the way to the Cherry Grove Pier, a 4.6 mile round trip. The first leg was northeast into the sun, making the return trip into the breeze much cooler. Wednesday I wore my Peachtree Road Race out to the beach, and it seemed like Larry and Phil thought I’d been holding out on them. Over the past twenty years I have run or run/waked to the pier (it’s been awhile), but Phil and Larry didn’t know that.  
 
Larry didn’t go on Thursday morning so Phil and I left out earlier. The tide was still out so instead of walking on the sloping sand we were able to walk down nearer the water, where it was flatter. Occasionally we’d have to hop over a stream over water trickling back into the sea. On one hop I must’ve not picked up my leg quite high enough, and I stumbled when I landed. I knew I was going to fall, so instead of continuing to wobble and stumble I just went ahead and fell. I was laughing at myself even before I hit the sand. Phil was laughing at me as well, but never told on me until I told on myself.    
 
Since I was up earlier, after my walks I took to cooking a more elaborate breakfast than usual: frying eggs, cooking bacon, and assembling a bacon egg & cheese sandwich. Ceil was sleeping later, and when she came out she’d make a pot of grits. If I came in for lunch I’d assemble my turkey/bacon/cheese sandwich – on a hot frying pan, so it would toast like a grilled cheese sandwich.
 
10th: Low country boil. Being allergic, I passed on the shrimp but had the sausage, corn on the cob, and a few potatoes. Watched the Home Run Derby. Will had several of his cousins playing board games.
 
11th: After our walk I made a Kroger run. Will had cooked everyone breakfast Monday morning, so we were almost out of several items. But Tuesday was Chickfila’s Cow Appreciation Day, so W&MC went there for breakfast. Also C and our niece Katherine. W&MC were headed back to Augusta that day, and they vowed to stop at every Chickfila along the way - at least six or seven of them.
 
Dinner at Provisions in Holden Beach NC. Party of 13. Chicken sandwich with peppers, onions, and cheese. Ceil and her mom didn’t make the 68 mile round trip, eating instead at the cafeteria. Only saw the last two innings of the All-Star Game.
 
12th: Chinese take-out for supper. Matthew’s idea. I had sweet and sour chicken.
 
I hadn’t read out on the beach on Sunday, but on Monday I finally finished the last 50 pages of my John Feinstein book on Tom Glavine and Mike Mussina. Tuesday I read a short Steve Martin book – 130 pages. Wednesday I started John Grisham’s “The Rainmaker” and someone out on the beach noticed I was on my third book in as many days.
 
These guys from Greer SC were playing a new game on the beach. They lined off a large rectangle the three holes at the two corners nearest the water. Since the beach sloped that way, the balls you roll toward the holes would curve toward the holes. The trick was to roll the ball so it would curve into the hole. The wind made it harder. Fun to watch but hard to play. Some of our crowd took a turn, and suddenly everyone was an expert, calling out suggestions but not actually giving it a go.
 
13th: Bonefish, party of 16. I had the burger. Pretty good.
 
14th: Friday we packed up and left town around noon. I had eaten lots of leftovers. Stopped in Florence at Chickfila. I had a chocolate milkshake. Stopped in Augusta to visit W&MC. Made it home around 8 pm. M picked up Moes but I just had peanut butter crackers.
 
Before we left we had lined up one of Matthew’s friends to house-sit and take care of the pets. Then on Sunday she broke her ankle at the Roswell Mill. M enlisted his friend Noni to take over, and she did an admirable job. Late Friday when we were going to bed C was talking to M in his room when Barney got loose, and he saw M’s cat for the first time, and started barking. A close call.
 
15th: Housework and laundry. C went grocery shopping and cooked lasagna for supper. M worked.
 
16th: JFBC. Home Depot. Leftover lasagna. Braves. The movie “42.” Got caught up on some computer work. M worked. C messed with her artwork, and baked a cobbler filled with peaches and blueberries. Also watch the celebrity golf tourney at Lake Tahoe. Seth Curry had a charge and finished third. Smoltz and Romo struggled, as did Justin Timberlake. I heard Charles Barkley made one good shot.
 
17th: Tried to keep my exercise routine going before work. Leftover lasagna for lunch. Dance class tonight.

Sunday, July 16, 2017

July 2nd Trip Downtown

Early Sunday morning July 2nd I drove downtown
to pick up my Peachtree Road Race number at the World Congress Center.
Before I turned left into the parking lot I had a view of :
(L-R) the GWCC, the Georgia Dome, & the new Mercedes Benz Stadium.
In the Congress Center there was a display
with the names of all 60,000 runners.
Thought I might have a problem picking up Will's number.
I signed him up using his Augusta address
but his driver's license still says Marietta.
When I explained it to the girl on the left,
she brightened and asked "Is he in PA school?" She knew him!
I ran into someone I knew as well:
Phil the Bucket from the Braves' Home Depot Tool Race.
When I left the GWCC I headed south on Northside Drive.
The new stadium towered over the Georgia Dome.
Pardon the dirty windshield.
 On September 30th a 5K road race finishes in the new stadium.
I'm thinking about volunteering or running in it,
just to be able to look around inside.
Above: the northwest corner.
Below: view from Northside Drive looking north.
 Below: the southwest corner.

Saturday, July 15, 2017

Anna at Camp (Part 2)

A couple more photos of Anna at Camp.
On July 5th she was able to ride over to Athens with Emily,
where they hung out at their new house.
Matthew changed the name of his cat from Hermes to Pluto.
The feline has finally come out of his shell.
During last Tuesday's MLB All-Star Game
catcher Yadier Molina did his best C3PO imitation.
  A rare memento from the 80's movie "The Slugger's Wife." 
 I can't get enough pictures of the Braves' early 60's unis,
with the huge names on the back. The Mets' Roger Craig on the hill.
You can buy the 2017 All-Star Game program on eBay for $15.00.
This 1972 program can be had for $35.00.