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“Order.” said the chairman. “The meeting of the A's will come to order. First and most importantly, how is the flock doing?” Continue reading October 27, 2012: The Family A
story by nibbish
“Order.” said the chairman. “The meeting of the A's will come to order. First and most importantly, how is the flock doing?” Continue reading October 27, 2012: The Family A
I want to thank you for your gift, the pictures, the banners, the kind words, and everything else that went everyone did this past week. It means an awful lot to me, probably more than any of you realize. I’m not sure I can put the reasons why into words, but I’ll try.
I grew up on a farm in rural South Dakota. We had no neighbors we were close to. My early elementary years were in a one-room country school in which I was the only kid in my grade. There were no such things as “play dates” back then, and my parents didn’t go to town very often. Our church was the smallest church in town, so there were no kids my age there, either. As a result, I grew up as a lonely, shy kid who had no idea how to relate to people.
As I grew up and eventually went to “town school”, that’s pretty much who I stayed. I was pretty much the definition of a geek—shy, unathletic, the class brain, a loner with no real friends and no clue how to make them. It took me a long time to overcome that, a period extending well into my adult years.
I’ve come a long way since then, of course. I have quite a few friends now. I feel like I am serving God and making a positive impact on all three of my communities. I have a very happy and fulfilling life. Still, somewhere inside me, there will always be that awkward teenage boy who just wishes other people would like him and accept him for who he is. So, when you guys do something like this for me, well, it’s a pretty awesome feeling.
It’s an amazing world we live in, where a group of people I’ve never met can come to mean so much to me. There are many of you with whom I have very little in common except for a love of baseball and the Twins. Yet, somehow, that’s enough for us to share our lives, our triumphs, our tragedies, and everything else that makes up life. I consider each and every one of you a friend. And right now, I feel like the richest man in town. Because it really is a wonderful life.
I drove out to the Capitol City last night and I brought my workout clothes with me. I set the alarm for five-thirty and laid in bed for another half hour, thinking of all the reasons that I didn't need to exercise. Continue reading WGOM Fitness: October 26, 2012, No Capitol Capitulation
Slow news day.
Anthony Slama allows his first base runners of the winter league season. A Trent Oeltjen sighting.
Aaron Hicks gets back in the lineup.
A good day for several Twins.
1. This is my song for this week:
I've had it on my iPod for a month or so now and it just hit me like on Monday. Then yesterday I realized that it's like Sigur Rós in English. Does this actually have the same tune as a Sigur Rós song? I'm actually curious if the reason it hit me is because I'm remembering a different song that I liked but never really paid attention to. I'm going to be seeing this guy/these folk in St. Paul one week after Thanksgiving, because Dolfish is opening.
2. Dolfish has an album out and it's great. It doesn't have the organ-drone backdrop of the (still free!) Your Love Is Bummin' Me Out (and it reprises four of those five songs), but it's got a ridiculous amount of variety and has the immediacy of being recorded in one take (I don't know that it was, just it feels that way).
3. I've just been mixing up my iPod be decent degrees, ripping CDs I hadn't yet, removing stuff even though I still like it just to get different stuff on there, etc. Given me a bit of pep.
Frank Selee (1859)
Kid Gleason (1866)
Lee Tannehill (1880)
Dick Hoblitzel (1888)
Tommy Griffith (1889)
Snuffy Stirnweiss (1918)
Bud Byerly (1920)
Toby Harrah (1948)
Mike Hargrove (1949)
Steve Rogers (1949)
Dave Coleman (1950)
Harry Chappas (1957)
Gil Heredia (1965)
Mark Sweeney (1969)
Francisco Liriano (1983)
We would like to wish a very happy birthday to UncleWalt’s wife.
I understand why it might seem intimidating, but it really shouldn't be. If a fifty-three-year-old pastor can hang with you guys, it can't be that hard. 1/11/12
Continue reading October 26, 2012: Unfortunately, we ran out of Images FTFY