Tales From The Bleachers

The Guilty Party

It was a bad day.  Not catastrophic bad, just, “you’ve got to be kidding me” bad.

It semi-started with an early morning wake up – swing foot out of bed, step down.  I do it everyday, routine. This day my foot landed in a soft squish of dog puke. Nice.  Setting aside the gross factor for a minute, my first thought was actually, how did I not hear this event?  If you have a dog, more specifically a lab – you know that you can usually hear the wind up to a good dog puke long before the pitch.  It is this sort of guttural, low, heaving sound.  You can literally hear it for miles – can wake you from a dead sleep – and usually, at least with meat-head, gives you a window of opportunity to drag him outside or at least to the tile for easy clean up. ANYhow – on this day, he did manage to silent-barf up the footlong sub and starbursts he had swiped the night before (‘nother story…) – so I could start my day, literally, on the wrong foot.

I really should have gone back to bed…but I didn’t.  They do say, into every life a little rain must fall – and really in the scheme of things I am not complaining – okay just whining a little –  but the day did continue to  unfold in a manner you would only expect from bad sit-com:

• After cleaned up colorful upchuck, discover a flat tire, and be informed it could not be repaired so I’ll need 4 new tires.
• Be presented with the fact that my electrician had so butchered my ceiling that i needed $400 in drywall repairs
• Leave credit card at the cafe where I had a client lunch, drive back and make way home in rush hour
• Stub toe (I know, but you know, was just…going to happen…)

BUT IT’S GAME DAY.  It was cold, but “football weather.”  Not a particularly major match up, but game day nonetheless. Our team is on a roll this season so it’s always a big game.  Bottom line: I get to watch a Varsity High School game, and the next day, a freshmen football game.  Varsity: win.  Lots of long throws, lots of receptions, lots of cheering.  The freshmen game was on a blissfully sunny, crisp fall Saturday.  Another win!  Oh, and I took my tire for a second opinion that morning and found it was repairable, and it was, wait for it….FREE OF CHARGE!  I cheerfully drove to the freshman game at the school, pull in and wouldn’t you know, a car is pulling out of the closest spot to the field! Rock star parking I like to call it…that first step the day before is just a warm, mushy memory now — LIFE IS GOOD! Thanks football, I really am getting to like you!