The Twins had three four-game winning streaks and two three-game winning streaks last year. That's it. Three games is three games, but this start is better than a sharp stick in the eye.
It was Friday evening about 5:30 and I was in the kitchen when I heard my daughter scream.
She was in the next room and when first cried out, I thought it was nothing, but her next breath brought more urgent and louder screams. I moved to the dining room to check her out. My heart sank. She was laying on the floor and blood was everywhere and pouring out of her mouth. She had slipped and fallen, my beautiful baby girl with impeccable balance on the ice had fallen on the wood floor and hit her mouth on the edge of our dining room table.
At first, I was confused. What happened? How could she possibly be bleeding like this? Did she lose her teeth? All I could see through the blood was that her braces were dislodged. My mind was blank, but I soon was able to think. I screamed to my wife, we're going to the emergency room! I had divined that at this time of day, no dentist would be available and the volume of blood was such that we needed to get her to the hospital.
Damn it. I worked from home after a ten day trip and I hadn't showered. Hadn't even dressed, I was still in my pajamas. I raced to my bedroom, shucked off the pajamas bottoms, grabbed a pair of jeans and socks and was dressed in 20 seconds. It was snowing like crazy, but I got Miss SBG to the car, with her mother in back and we took off.
We got out of our subdivision and neared the county road when Miss SBG said she wasn't bleeding. I asked if she had all her teeth. She said yes. We decided since she wasn't bleeding to go back home and re-evaluate before heading to the hospital. I took her up to the bathroom. Only one of the four brackets of her braces was in place. The wires were lodged in the inside of her cheek and her mouth and gums were battered. I went to the basement and grabbed my sidecutters. I cane back up, pulled the wire out of her cheek. She screamed and fell to the floor. I raised my voice to get her attention. She calmed and opened up. And then I stuck the sidecutters in her mouth and cut the wires. She screamed and said she needed to go to sleep. I reached in again and cut off the other side. No more wires in her cheek, at least.
We took her to urgency care. The teeth looked good but three were loose. We needed to get her to a dentist within 24 hours for an evaluation. It was possible that the teeth and/or bones in which the teeth sat were broken. She might need oral surgery.
Poor Miss SBG had a fitful night. She was in considerable pain. I stayed with her all night. She woke in the middle of the night and I spent about an hour awake with her as she suffered.
This morning, I called her dentist office and got the answering service, who put in a call into the on-call dentist. She called and my wife answered (I was out shoveling snow) and she indicated that we didn't need to come in today. My wife let her get away with that. I called her back and told her that I was told by a doctor that she needed to be seen and that I'm going to trust someone who has actually seen her over someone who hasn't. In other words, if her face was broken, I wasn't waiting until sometime on Monday to find out. She said, I can see her by 10:30. We had to drive 45 minutes to get there because of the snow-pocalypse (I think we got almost a foot).
She got some x-rays and the news was good. Structurally, there was no damage. She told us that it was like a sprain. She also said that the braces might have saved her teeth -- a sentiment that Miss SBG herself echoed on Friday night. Of course, they may darken and she might even need root canals. We will have to wait and see. But, for now, she's got a sore mouth and two of the fattest lips you will ever see.
I realized, again, that I'm like a mama bear. The instinct to protect her is as strong as any instinct I have. I may not have made a friend with that dentist -- and my wife thought I was too mean -- but when my daughter is threatened, I'm not aiming to make friends. Protecting her is the only consideration. It's no fun to see her suffer, but at the same time, the basic drive to protect is a profound and awesome drive.
I'd suspect that maybe Spooky hasn't gotten up in Arizona yet, but I've seen him wandering the store in Eagan a couple of times, so I know that he's just sleeping in or somesuch.
Also, my mother was finishing her first quarter of college on November 22, 1963. I finished my first quarter of college on November 22, 1983. The quarter system is all gone now and most people think of JFK as some relic of history. But, even 20 years after the fact, it was still pretty fresh in a lot of people's minds, kind of like on 9/11/21 we will still recall that awful day.
I did get a chance to see the JFK Presidential Library this summer. It was pretty fantastic. Their treatment of that awful day 53 years ago was stark and simple. The date was written in white on a black wall and a television showed Walter Cronkite announcing the news and taking off his glasses. Very, very powerful.
Actually, it's just me. And look! I wrote a post and published it! (Besides this one, that is.)
How are you doing? I understand that there's a fundraiser going on. This is a humble little site, but even humble little sites need $$$ to keep on keeping on. Hungryjoe asked that I say a few words about this. Open up your wallets, folks and shake out a few nickels.
I've been away for a while. In fact, I'd been gone so long that at first that I'd forgotten my login password. Then I remembered: THEWARRIORSBLEWA3-1LEADINTHENBAFINALS (all caps).
The reason I took a hiatus was that someone suggested, when I wished everyone a Happy 2016 on New Years Eve and announced that I'd be off the grid for a week that my being off the grid would make 2016 a truly Happy New Year. This is exactly the type of care and concern that I tried to foster at the site over the years, so I stayed off the grid in the hopes of everyone having a Happy New Year.
Turns out, though, that it's nearly unanimous that 2016 has been, all things considered, pretty crappy. Is it because I haven't been around? Well you can decide that. I thought about swooping in before the election and announcing that I was back to save us all from Trump. I didn't do that, of course, and now we have the most deplorable person to ever hold the office ready to disgrace our country. I'm not sure, but I think that this is the first time in the history of our country that a President-Elect settled a fraud case for $25 million and then headed to twitter to brag that the settlement was a fraction of the potential damage award. Oh. Mr. President-Elect, did you defraud those people of $50 million? $100 million? Or more? Did I say all this out loud? I can say that out loud and not break the politics ban because, well, I'm not talking about politics. Remember when red trucker hats used to be cool?
Personally, I've been doing pretty well, thanks for asking. My little baby girl is now 9 1/2 years old. Some of you may remember that I asked ubelmann to write for the site when she was born because I could no longer write every day with her around. She's now over five feet tall and headed to six feet, I think. (If only she'd pick up a basketball. She does willingly watch basketball with me, but play? Not a chance.) She's skating almost every day and working on her Axel. She plays piano very well for the amount of time she's been playing. I tell her every day, pretty much, that she's got more talent there than I did and that she can really be a good pianist. In other words, I have to motivate her to practice. I used to have to motivate her to skate, but she's doing pretty well there now and doesn't need my motivation.
I'm still working out of state a lot, but not as much as I used to. Plus, I do fly there now, so I've gone from driving about 35,000 miles a year to under 10,000. That makes life a lot… easier. I do spend a fair amount of time away from my family and sometimes that gets to be lonely, but I'm used to it and my time home has gone up quite a bit. Still though, when make that monthly trek, there are days. I've been doing this commute now for almost 6 1/2 years.
In January, we'll be heading out for our fourth Disney cruise. I consider this to be my one real indulgence. Miss SBG and I really love it. Lucy likes it. I can't wait to get on the boat, unplug, and enjoy a week of escaping from all that concerns me.
I'm so old that I remember when we had a banner at the site referring to the Twins saying, "Is It 2014 Yet?" That 2016 campaign was one for the ages. 2016 was necessary. The Twins needed to clean house a long, long time ago. One thing this long period of craptacular baseball has done for me is uncouple me from watching. I gotta go to the rink and watch Miss SBG twirl and jump -- I ain't got no time for watching Ricky Nolasco or some other stiff give the other club 6 runs in the first three innings. I've been a fan for over 40 years, but I'm more of a fair weather fan now. If they win, great. If they lose, I'm outta here. Good job, Twins, you've started to chip away at your most ardent supporters.
One club that never seems to fall on hard times will be gunning for their sixth consecutive FCS Title, entering the playoffs as the number 1 seed. I'm a little less than completely confident that they'll get that sixth one, but even if they don't, man, what a run. In this, what is no doubt the weakest of the six teams, they've gone 10-1 and beat a middle of the pack B1G team. Plus, they are extremely young… very few seniors and they didn't pull a single redshirt. So, all's good there.
Speaking of all being good, how about LeBron? Turns out he's a once in a generation player who carried his club to almost unimaginable heights. Turns out he's pretty woke, too. Heard the Warriors had a pretty good season though, congrats on the 73 wins. To lose a 3-1 lead in the NBA Finals after setting the all-time regular season win record… That's a… that's a real kick in the nuts.
Blah, blah, blah. I'm still the same old guy. It's just that my favorite sport is figure skating now.
Back to the fund raiser. This site and its previous incarnations have meant a lot to me and I'm reasonably sure to a lot of you, too. I can think of a lot worse ways to spend your hard earned dough than to kick a few bucks toward the maintenance of this site. For example, paying to watch Ricky Nolasco stink out the joint (I'm aware he was traded… and promptly started pitching better). Money is a resource and a fairly scarce one for most of us. That's why we shouldn't waste it. A dollar a month or two dollars a month to support a site where you can talk about just about anything is a fine allocation of resources. Please keep the site going. Thanks. And remember, the Warriors (best team, evah!!!!11!!eleventy!!!!) blew a 3-1 lead in the NBA Finals.
Gotta go get the aluminum pole out of the attic for tomorrow's big shindig.
Same as it ever was for me. No shopping. Will be taking Miss SBG to the rink for some practice today.
There's a little less joy in the world today. I liked what Flip was doing with the club -- I thought he drafted well (Bazz! and Gorgui was a special draft given where they were) and I think he won the Kevin Love trade. But, all of that is not important of course. Flip is gone. Still hard to believe.
Setting all of the personal tragedy aside, I wonder what will happen with this club Post Flip. I see a dimmer future than what I saw a month or two ago.
I was recently friended on Facebook by a law school classmate. He just published a book. I thought, wow, I didn't think he had that in him.
Then I googled him and his practice. He and his wife (another classmate) buy bad debt, [apparently] falsify records to obtain swift default judgments (they were sued for fraud and this was the specific allegation), and then garnish people's wages, adding attorneys and interest to the bill. And the book he wrote? It's about how to fire people. He has no experience in HR at all.
I felt like vomiting.
No doubt but that everyone is saddened by the elimination of the NYY in the Wild Card game. Gloomy, dark wasteland, that's what the world is.