A place for open letters to the good people of the world.

Board,
Look at Rick. I mean, he's old!

KY

 

Dear KY,

No, he's not. My highlight was cleaning up my room and some surrounding areas, getting my laundry done and looking at some out-of-town jobs, figuring one was worth an application when all was said and done.

Well, OK, that and making sure someone else nearby wasn't coming apart further. Never mind the Mother's Day card I got and managed to get a relative to sign along with me. Call it a somewhat productive weekend.

Sincerely,
SM51

 

Sam,
You're not much older than I am, so it's all good.

KY

 

Dear Rick,

Please say this wasn't your wife's birthday present.

w. tart

 

Dear KYSW,

That's funny. I sure feel old. Really old.

Creaking,
SM51

 

waterytart,

no, this was for me. well, for her indirectly, because she probably likes clean floors too.

rick

 

Dear board,

I was covering the local D-I-AA school's battle with a conference opponent. The calling had been bad, but it had gone both ways so neither team had really been all that hurt by it.

The seventh inning rolls around. Coach goes out there to challenge a call (I whip out camera and take excellent shot of him looking ticked off and pointing his finger directly in the official's face), gets a warning and goes back to the dugout. This was the first sign that I should be over by THAT dugout for when the fur really started to fly. So I head over to the first-base fence.

The ninth inning rolls around and a kid hits a ball. No one could even tell where it landed but it was somewhere beyond the fence right over the foul pole. The first-base official calls it foul. Kid screams, yells, throws his bat and basically has a temper tantrum and eventually strikes out. Next kid hits a home run that landed about two inches over the fence. The team greets him at the plate, hooping and hollering like they had just won the World Series, although all they did was tie the game in the ninth inning.

Apparently, the kid who hit the foul ball let something fly and the official ejects him. He says he was just congratulating his teammate, but the official is adamant that it was something negative about the way the game was being called. He goes into the dugout, kicks over the Gatorade (which was the second inning in a row that I heard a cooler go flying in that dugout), grabs his bag and leaves the field. While leaving, an IRATE (and I do mean IRATE, he nearly ran over me, my boss and my boss' daughter who were all standing out there) father comes running over. Kid tries to restrain him, but parent overpowers him and runs over. Starts letting the cuss words just fly at the official (within hearing range of the three-year-old daughter), and eventually JUMPS THE FENCE and charges the official, who had basically been daring him to come over. Had he gotten over there and laid a finger on him, it would have been a felony in the state of Kentucky, but a player and a coach get in the middle and escort him out. He's ejected, the campus police are called, his wife is over there screaming as well and they basically stand in the parking lot, glowering at the entire thing.

The home team comes back and wins it, I took pictures of the man acting like a big baby in front of everyone and happily sent them on to the TV station in the away school's town that called and asked for pictures because no one from the school would give them pictures that portrayed the school in a negative light.

Nothing says HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY like a near-riot at a baseball game!

Cordially,
Wenders

 

Wenders,

That's pretty exciting, but I don't know if it compares to a new vacuum cleaner.

Rick

 

Wenders,

Ain't it great being karma's handmaiden?

w. tart

 

wenders,
i'd love to see some of the shots you got.

wow.

ky

 

Work,

You suck.

Ross

 

Dear DirectTV,

Can I send back the new receiver and keep the technician instead?

Just wonderin,

KG