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My son, J.D., playing college ball.

I’ve been watching the playoff games. For one thing it’s easy to have on in the background while I work on booking shows for next year. For another thing, at this point I have a love-hate relationship with the Astros. I go back and forth between wanting them to go all the way again, and wanting them to get their asses kicked. They are a Texas team, true, but they are still – the Astros.

Then again, watching the playoffs reminds me that it’s not freaking raining EVERYWHERE! More importantly, I overload on baseball to get me through the drought until spring training. The only other sport we watch is some golf on the weekends – the tournaments of which have also been having some good weather, by the way.

The playoffs are getting interesting now. The games from the wild card games to the current two series were decidedly one-sided. It’s a competition in both series now. I’m interested to see how it turns out. The announcers are freaking annoying, but that’s why the mute button was invented.

Keep writing the songs that are in your heart.

Peace be with you.

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Rashad and Kaleigh Okay, maybe not babes exactly, but children nonetheless. The girl, Kaleigh, is my friend’s daughter. The boy, Rashad, is Kaleigh’s nephew. I took the picture when Cyndy and I were watching Kaleigh and Rashad for Randy and Kelly. Rashad is now about five or six. Randy came by today and had Rashad with him. He just dropped by to pick up Disc Golf brochures, so he ran in without Rashad.

When he was leaving, Randy asked me to come out to the car so Rashad would know who I was. Randy had asked him on the way over if he remembered me, and Rashad wasn’t exactly sure. He’s been over quite a few times since the picture was taken, by the way. When we reached the car, Randy knocked on the window and Rashad popped his head up and saw me. He squealed, then jumped in the back seat and kept squealing at me and grinning.

“Now he remembers who you are,” Randy said, laughing.

I said goodbye and went back in the house. Not long after the phone rang. I assume Randy was going Dennis to Valwood to Josey, because of the number of churches within the two blocks of Valwood. Either way, I answered the phone.

“You should hear Rashad,” Randy said. “The things that kids say. Rashad would say, wow, look at that cross. Look at that church. There sure are a lot of churches.”

“Look at that church!”

“Do you like church and churches?” Randy asked.

“Yes.”

“What do you like most about church?”

“There’s a lot of Jesus stuff in church. And Jesus is my Lord!”

That is when the true spirit of Christmas shines through.

Peace be with you.

Brookhaven Country Club

Brookhaven Country Club

Cyndy and I watch golf tournaments on the weekends, particularly this time of year. Baseball, rodeo, and horse races are over and we rarely watch football. I play disc golf, but they do not have the sport on television. So we watch golf - the scenery is beautiful and we do not have to pay constant attention.

On Saturday, we were while watching the OHL Classic at Mayakoba - in Mexico if you did not know that already. It rained for nearly the entire round. But, without lightning present, the round continued. There were times when the rain let up some and times when they had to simply stand under the umbrellas.

I need to interject the fact that sports announcers drive me crazy - as I’m sure they do you. If sports are as special as they are purported to be, then they should be treated as such by the announcers and reporters. “Hat trick” was started with hockey and they should be allowed to keep it. An inning in a baseball game is not a “frame.” That should belong to bowling. You get where I’m going.

Part of the problem is that they do not realize that they could just be quiet and let us watch the game and we would be happy. I do not need the announcers to describe the game to me while I am watching it. The only problem with the review system in baseball is the incessant replaying of the play in question from every angle possible. I’m quite surprised we cannot get a satellite view - not that it would tell us much. And all the dialogue among the announcers when, in the end, their opinion does not matter.

Okay, so I’m watching golf. I’m also working and so on, so I do not have to listen to the continual babbling of the announcers. But I never completely get away clean, as it were. Someone hit a nice drive and the announcer said that the shot was “quite tasty.” Which was not the only time, I’m sorry to say. I ask you, how do you taste a golf shot?

But wait, as they say in infomercials, there’s more. As I was saying, it rained for almost the entire round. Fresh towels would be wet by the next hole. The announcers have “beaten that dead horse” the entire round. And yet, nearing the end of the round - get this - one announcer turns to another and says: “I think their grips might be getting wet!” Need I say more?

Peace be with you.