Hello and welcome to another Wednesday of deep thoughts. We have all heard the expression, “the dog days of summer”…for some this probably has something to do with the weather. For others, I suspect that that familiar phrase has a different meaning. As I sat trying to figure out what to write about this week, I realized the dog days for me begin with the realization that summer is almost over. For many baseball fans, the dog days begin when they realize that their team is done for this year. Whatever your definition, we are without a doubt, currently enveloped by the dog days of summer. Earlier this summer, I expressed surprise and delight that our weather had been mild and wetter than normal. That is no longer the case. It is freaking hot in Austin now…I mean 104 degree hot. I spend a bit of time each afternoon spraying water around trying to keep my yard and trees alive. But, I will not whine. I know that BOB and others in the southwest have had weather like this for many weeks. Also, I realize that these “dog days”, won’t last all that long. To be honest, they never last long enough for me. Although it is hot, I selfishly clutch onto each vanishing day that remains my favorite time of year. Despite my firm grasp, time slips away toward another Labor Day. That last hoorah to celebrate the last breath of summer. But hey…there is always the possibility of an Indian summer!
Yeah, I take my summer seriously. I can’t explain why, it just has always been so for me. As the days grow shorter and the nights begin to cool, there is only one thing to replace that dive into the pool: the lights of Friday Night. Yes folks, while you enjoy your Labor Day…don’t forget that football is just around the corner. Soon each day of the week will offer football…Monday is 7th grade, Tuesday is 8th grade, 9th grade and JV on Thursday, Friday is varsity football, with Saturday being reserved for the college gridiron. Of course, Sunday brings us NFL, with a bit of dessert on Monday. The boys of fall…arrive once again. Although I no longer have a boy of fall in the household, the pull is still there. We renewed our season tickets and will be in the stand under those lights. It is a special time of year, and I have to admit that it is a close second to summer.
I am adding this later in the day. I got a message from a buddy that his god son woud be playing his first 9th grade game on Wednesday evening....so I left work a tad early and headed to the Austin football shrine known as House Park to watch the Anderson Trojans 9th grade team do battle. Kyle and his boys had their hands full against the McCallum Knights, but I know that from previous years...they will finish strong. I also ran into an old coaching buddy (Rusty) who's son is the starting QB for the Trojan JV. For $4, I got to watch two games...what a deal! Rusty and I go way back as he was Balkes first pee wee football coach so many years ago. Rusty's son, Jacob...tore up the JV Knights. He sort of reminds me of another HS QB that I had the pleasure to watch a few years ago...So...now I have a reason to check out high school football. Next week, the Trojans head north to take on the Westwood Warriors. That will be a tough game for me, given my recent rooting history. That will be a game I go and don't do much outward rooting. This is a great time of year. Go check out some sub varsity games...you can't beat the price and the kids will appreciate you coming to watch them play!
There is a very strange story being reported out of USC. I first read that Trojan CB Josh Shaw leaped from a balcony to save his 7 year old nephew from drowning. Shaw was quoted as saying he had no hesitation in making the leap to save his nephew and that he would have jumped to save any kid. As I read these comments, I am thinking…damn what a great guy. But as Lee Corso would say…not so fast my friend. Apparently, there may be more to this story. Emergency officials are curious why no emergency was reported. For them, a near drowning is a big deal. Although Coach Sarkisian is standing by his player, the team is investigating the incident. There are evidently other witnesses that have come forward with at different story that brings Shaw’s version into question. Personally, I hope that Shaw’s story is the truth. It is much more fun hearing about saving a life than some other version.
I happened to catch a bit of the Angels playing this week. Harold Reynolds was raving about the team play that the Angels were displaying. Almost to a man, they are hitting the other way, taking the extra base…in general, doing the things that winning teams do. He showed replays showing Pujols hitting with runners on 1st and 3rd with one out. Rather than looking for a 3 run bomb, Pujols hit a routine ball to the second baseman…that is, where the second baseman normally plays. The defense had the shift on and as a result, that routine ground ball was an RBI single. The base runner at 1B was able to go first to third and scored when the next hitter lifted a sac fly to left field. Pujols advanced to 2B when the throw home was not cut off. The Angels scored 5 runs in that inning by playing the game the right way. I did not think that the Angels had the pitching to go the distance, but with the way these guys are playing…who knows.
I hope everyone has a great Labor Day holiday! Travel safely...
That is all I have this week, but I will leave you with a bit of Jack Handey…
"Don't ever get your speedometer confused with your clock, like I did once, because the faster you go the later you think you are."
It makes me mad when people say I turned and ran like a scared rabbit. Maybe it was like an angry rabbit, who was going to fight in another fight, away from the first fight.
Thanks for stopping by and feel free to leave a few deep thoughts of your own…