Vegetable Guide- Answering: Is that in Season??

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Reviewing my New Blackberry Torch or failing on writing a Daily Blog.

Well, I officially suck at this Nomoblo-ging. So I will try to catch up with you since I missed both Thursday and Friday.

My brilliant wife says that I can't do that, "it's against the rules." I say, penalize me 5 yards on my next possession and we'll call it even. Football talk pretty much defuses everything at my house, however she has been retaliating by threatening to talk about money and spending it. She's been in the trenches with me too long, I need another strategy.

So that leaves me with following the rules and stop writing a blog for the rest of the month since I have already failed, or....over coming all odds and hang overs from days before and not quitting like a good American should!

If I push Publish Post, will this count as my Thursday Blog???

Let's take a look at the rules, so that again the Hall Monitor in my house doesn't throw a yellow flag. (I only have two red flags, and I think I've used one and failed).

I need to go to the NoMoBlo site to get some rule clarification on what is acceptable to count as a "daily" post.

Opening new tab on web browser...

Google search: Nomoblo

Opening First listing...

Wow, OK...I have just come across Nori's blog, Nori is from San Francisco, her profile picture shows that she is perhaps in her 20's maybe 30's?? and of course she has a very Lilith Fair Orange Dyed hair color.

My male intuition says that most rules on websites are listed front and center, or at the very top; In this case it looks as if Nori is a little, actually a lot left of center, but hey rules are rules and I must follow them (Just taking my cue from said Hall Monitor).

So Nori, Queen Nomoblo, what wisdom can you give this Texan?

First Rule based on Nori's Blog:

The definition of Nomoblo(g): 1. In which I delve further into the world of Geekdom. (Yes!!!!! I have completed Rule #1!!!) 2. Web oness, and general blogophilia by posting Shit from my mobile phone. Crap this one seems a little harder to understand. First off I need to determine who this oness is?? Is it possible that this Oness is located somewhere within the realm of Geekdom...To the web where all information is accurate!

Opening new tab on web browser...

Google search Oness

Opening first listing: Oness Doc (he must be the Witch Doctor of Geekdom) Doctor Oness has defined it as: a sample webapp application (seems redundant) using latest open source technologies.

At first glance I would say this is also synonymous with a blog, so we must be on the right track. However just above in bold red Doctor Oness has written, "This project is no longer under development or supported as (Doc throws a loop here in puts this part in Bold Blue, he must have been working with Nori at Lilith Fair) I've been working on other stuff (really? that is exactly what I told my Blog monitor yesterday!! Good so I have been OK on rule #1 and rule #2 I am on the right track; let's finish and look at rule #3.

Click on Nori's Blog again...

Remaining definition/rule: general blogophilia by posting Shit from my mobile phone.

Well leave it to Nori to reconfirm the power of my Hall Monitor. Damn! I refuse to post shit from my mobile phone, first off, I don't think any of you would come back to read, second, I don't think this is what I should be showing my children, and finally I just upgraded to a new Blackberry Torch which is what I actually sat down to write about...

Oh and if any of you click on what Doc Oness has been too busy doing, let me know as I have, for the time being, fought back the temptation to click on that link.

I bet you, I can....

Today I threw a football 40 yards in the air and won a bet that had been in the works for some two months! I didn't win much, but it was a win and pretty much 6 out of 8 guys said I couldn't.

How much did Peter lose to Andrew when he failed to walk on water??

I mean don't throw me to the wolves because of this question, but we men pretty much allow our egos to get in the way of everything, including the Savior of the world.

The guys had just put on the biggest soup kitchen of the First Century. Their faith had been completely stretched by one of the biggest miracles of all time; feeding somewhere between 5,000 and 12,000 people with just five loaves of stale bread and two fish is not the easiest way to spend your day. They had to have been worn out, and to top it off were thrown into a boat and sent on their way.

Lets take a look at the party shall we? We have 5 fishermen, 4 without jobs, a tax collector, a treasurer, and a member of a political party. I mean do I really need to spell it out any better? Oh yeah and did I mention the boss isn't here, he needed a break from these jokers.

I guess it went something like this:

Phillip- "Quick. Bart. Grab that case over there!"

Thad- "Anyone have any more fish? I am hungry!"

Bart- "Do you want me to grab this case too?"

All- "Of course you idiot!"

With the twelve of them on the way, the relaxation begins, the bottles are opened, the wine is flowing. They drop their guards and become once again just regular guys. There is laughing and joking, Judas turns to Thomas and says, "Hey, do remember that party we went to in Cana? Remember that chick? I think I saw her and her sister today, dang they looked good." Simon says to the group, "Touch your toes," and they all laugh as James falls on his face into the boat.

But as most of us know, nothing very good happens if you're drinking and it's 4am.

Matthew probably saw it first.

"Guys, shhhhh."

"James. Get up!"

"Shut Up! What's that?"

"Holy crap! It's a ghost!"

Jesus catches on right away and shuts down their egos real quick, (he's pretty good at that) "Courage, it's me. Don't be afraid."

And then it happens.

Leave it to brothers to cause the most trouble. Peter turns to Andrew and says the most famous line uttered when a group of guys has had too much to drink....Typically before 4am!

"I bet you, I can..."

Andrew replies, "I bet you (insert wager) you can't."

Peter pops over the boat as if it is gate at a subway station and the rest is, well, you know, history.

We are real lucky to have a God that forgives us even with all of our stupidity, our weak moments, when our egos are shining brightest. Instead of dunking Peter under a few times, (which he definitely deserved) or slapping him on the back of the head; Jesus reaches out, grabs his friend, takes him back to the boat and gets the guys ready for the next day.

I can't hit a curve ball, or a fastball, or a slider, well you get the picture.

I believe the only reason Yogi Berra stopped winning Championships was because he ran out of fingers.

The earliest memories I have of baseball are not Yogi and his Yankees winning championships. My early baseball memories are of catching a line drive with my nose, the Denver Bears, and Mookie Wilson and the '86 Mets.

My son Jayden is close to 10 years old, I see him at the plate, he bats lefty, he wiggles his bright orange metal bat, takes extremely large breaths and stares at the pitcher waiting for the delivery. 95% of the time he watches that pitch go right by and awaits the verdict of the umpire. What he doesn't do however, is back down. He doesn't pull that front foot back, he doesn't pull the preverbial parchute and eject out of the batter's box. He sticks in there ball or strike and definitely has a one up on his old man. Previously referred to Old Man, could never, ever stay in the box. In fact I was already back to the dugout before the pitcher even started his wind-up. I was flat out scared, but hey there aren't many who can claim catching a line drive with their face; ask Chris Young. We've all seen it happen, and yes most of you rewind and look at it again and again and again...I was 10, pitching batting practice to my dad's softball team, someone who resembled an over weight Dante Bichette walked to the plate. The last thing I remember hearing was "Here let me bat left handed so that I don't hit you..."

Release.

Pause.

Pop.

Black Out!

That one moment must be why I am sitting here at my computer today, and not cleaning champagne out of my long hair in the bowels of a stadium in Arlington, Texas.

So although my son walked or struck out almost everytime up to the plate, he did get two doubles last Thursday in his final game of the season. He didn't back out of the box. He stepped into the pitch, smacked it down the third-base line, sped around first and held up his fists in victory as he stood on second. What had become a frustrating season was wiped away in a moment and you could see that twinkle of give me more of that in his eye! The magic of baseball does that to you.

Maybe, just maybe someone 45 years from now will sit down to write a blog on November 2nd of his earliest baseball memory; the line goes something like this: My earliest baseball memories include a game at Dodger stadium, singing the seventh inning stretch, and Jayden Busch and the '30 Mets.