Hi! It’s Miranda :-)
Daddy said he could not write the blog today. He is very upset about the way he played the game last night. He was mumbling something about baserunning. He asked me to write the blog today.
I didn’t want to write it because it seemed like summertime homework. But daddy said I get to use the computer to do it and that it doesn’t count as screen time. If I can keep it short (Daddy always writes too much) and finish it fast (Daddy must have a lot of time at work to write), then maybe I can play online poker.
My daddy also said that I could also use the thesaurus. He is always using that book. He says if he uses big words it makes him look smarter than he really is.
The thesaurus reminds me of one time when I was in second grade and I asked my mommy what a synonym was. That was a hard word for me to say. She must not have understood me because she went to the kitchen cabinet and brought me some cinnamon.
My mommy is so silly.
Another time I told mommy and daddy that we learned about having rough spots in school and that I should tell my parents when I have one. My mommy left the room and brought back some lotion to put on me. Daddy and I wondered what the heck she was doing. I said, “Mommy, I don’t have dry skin. Rough spots are just difficult situations.” Daddy thinks that is so funny and is always bringing it up to mommy. Now whenever something happens that gets me upset, he always asks me if I need lotion.
Sorry for my digression (thesaurus).
We had so much fun at the park last night. There were so many kids even though it was a 9:00pm game and we all got to stay up past our bedtime.
We also got to see Jeff’s daddy, Mr. Bobis. The Cougars call him Coach. He was a guidance counselor at the high school that mommy, daddy, Uncle Marc, Uncle Greg and Jeff attended. He also coached Jeff, Uncle Marc and Uncle Greg in Little League, which is why they are such good Cougars now. Here is a picture of Mr. Bobis and Uncle Marc at a Sox game.
Mr. Bobis tells really great jokes. My favorite last night was when he asked some of the dads, “How many outs are there in an inning.” All the dads said, “Three.” Even I know there are six outs in an inning. That sure seems like something they should know.
Dr. McDonnell played in the game last night even though he has a broken rib and a hematoma (I used the dictionary to learn that it means internal bleeding). I think Mrs. McDonnell will be angry at him for playing. I have a friend on my softball team who has a broken arm and now I think her parents should let her play.
I heard Dr. McDonnell say he should play injured every week. He went 2 for 3 batting and called a great game behind the plate for Mr. Martin, who pitched for the first time this year and struck 5 people out.
I think Dr. McDonnell wanted to play catcher so he would have somebody to talk to during the game. He is always smiling and talking to people. I heard daddy say that he is not sure if Dr. McDonnell is really that happy or if he smiles so much as a marketing strategy.
I only watched the last two innings of the game because it got too dark to play wiffle ball with all the kids. The kids don’t really like watching Cougar games. We just like going to the park to play our own games.
Plus, every week, the dads do the same thing. They get really excited for the game, they make mistakes, they come back to our house, they make fun of each other, they make a lot of noise, and they have lots of drinks and snacks.
I think Charley likes the Cougars. He even made a shirt for the game last night.
Actually, I think he just really likes using Sharpies on his shirts.
Wow, I haven’t even told you about the game yet. My daddy is very tangential (thesaurus) too.
The Cougars played the first place team last night, the Brew-Ha’s. Last year, they lost 16-0 against them.
The game was very very very very close for a few innings and then the Cougars had a chance to score a lot of runs but daddy made a very bad baserunning mistake that ended the inning.
At the postgame the whole team was talking about it. Everyone was giving their version of what they saw and where they were when it happened. Daddy said it was like analyzing the Zapruder film and he felt like JFK (Huh? I don’t even know what this means).
If it was really that bad, I am not sure he should be my coach anymore.
He also said we may not be able to pay our mortgage this month because his Kangaroo Court fine will be a lot of money. From what I heard I think there were a lot of Cougars who will owe fines (even Mr. Oxer who was not even there).
The Cougars lost the game 8-2 last night and know they could have won (they always say that). They said Joe D. is right; the little things are the difference between winning and losing.
After the game everyone came to our backyard. It was past 10:00pm and Charley and I had to go to bed. They were loud and I could hear everyone telling Mr. Trout (who was playing in his first game this season and got a lot of hits and made some good catches) how much they liked the PBR that he brought. I don’t know what PBR means but the dads sure seem to really like it.
I was awake until after midnight because that is when the party ended. Then I went downstairs and saw mommy and daddy watching some goofy man with untamed (thesaurus) red hair making jokes. Daddy was eating potato chips and eating pie right from the pie pan. Eew! Gross!
Ok, I really want to play on the computer now and if I don’t get done soon mommy and daddy might kick me off because they have to check their Facebook page.
I hope you enjoyed my story.
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