Day of the Fellas

I have several posts rattling around in my head right now, but no time to get them all done. I have one about the wussification of America, one about the door-to-door vacuum serpent, eh, salesman who slithered his way into our home last night, one about the two softball games last week, one about how I creatively tried to explain sanctification to Ada yesterday via a twosy diaper, and I’ve been tagged again…No time! No time! There’s never enough time! I’m so…scared!…whoa, pardon the brief Jessie Spano spasm. I started this post Saturday afternoon, but was too busy being the social butterfly that I have become and didn’t have time to finish it. (Wait, I don’t want to compare myself to a butterfly, too girly, go back and reread that last sentence and replace butterfly with…albatross.) I thought I would try and knock it out during lunch today before it got too old to post.

First of all, I would like to thank LB for keeping our little bundle of joy/restlessness on Saturday. Without her, none of this would have been possible.

So, I got my first of many farmers’ tans of the summer Saturday afternoon by attending my first Braves' game of the season. Shef and I decided to get tickets last week when I thought LB was going to be out of town this past weekend. Had I known I was going to abandon her by going to the game, I probably would have never given my go ahead to purchase the tickets…probably. For the pre-game meal we hit up The E.A.R.L. where I had one of the nation's top 3 burgers. It wasn’t my first from there, so I knew they are everything advertised to be! From there, we drove on over to Turner Field. We got there about an hour early because the tickets we had also doubled as passes to the Braves Hall of Fame and Museum. I wasn't really expecting much, but when we walked in, it was very cool. My favorite part was the bat Hank Aaron used to hit his record-breaking homerun and the 1995 World Championship Trophy. We wandered around the museum for about 45min, then headed off to our seats. Which were awesome by the way, right up front about halfway down the first base foul line. The next time you are watching a game and see where the ball boy is sitting, that’s where we were. I could have given Jeff Francoeur a congratulatory slap on the rear if I had so wished. I refrained. I got to see my ex-favorite Atlanta Brave Andruw Jones hit his first homer of the year, but the Braves ended up pulling out the win, I did the tomahawk chop, and went home. Good times.

Earlier that day I had found out the fellas at our new church were getting together for a “Band of Brothers” evening. Being new to the area and new to the church, LB and I are always looking to form new friendships, so, there was no option, I had to go. Not that I didn’t want to go, but I had left LB at 1pm, gotten home at 7, and was about to leave again. All of this on her “day off”. I felt very guilty, but as soon as I walked into that full basement complete with a 50” plasma high definition television and the UFC pay-per-view event blaring, only one emotion remained inside of me, complete macho-awesomeness. I hadn’t watched UFC since I was in college, mostly because when Beezy and I first got married, we lived in a 600 sq ft apartment. We pretty much only had a bedroom and living room in that little apartment and everywhere we went we were always standing next to each other. So, whatever was on the TV was always a compromise and lets just say UFC is not her cup of tea. Eventually, UFC faded from my life. Until this past Saturday night, and all of its man-glory came rushing back to me. It was just like old times, only with a new set of males in the semi-circle facing the screen. It was good meeting new guys from the church and getting to know them. What better way to get to know a fellow brother in Christ than sitting around cracking jokes about some dude trying to bash in another dude’s skull? It was a very good night. Lots of fellowship, lots of laughs, lots of blood, more good times.

To further prove my new Social Albatross status, these were the 3rd and 4th outings I have partaken in, in the last month. A couple of Sunday nights ago, I got together with a few guys from my old community group and we grabbed dinner and played a little poker, another love of mine from the college days. Then, the next day, I went to that same basement and that same magnificent 50” screen of grandeur and watched the college basketball national championship with some fellas from the new church.

The crazy thing is, I haven’t missed the couch at all and I never thought I would say that.