It’s not sports, it’s family…or I yam what I yam.

This past Sunday, before I headed to a bridal shower, I checked the battery on my phone, checked the time for the AFC/NFC playoff games, and posted on Facebook something about reminding myself that not every woman schedules her life events around the NFL, college basketball and other sports calendars. I'm the woman who set … Continue reading It’s not sports, it’s family…or I yam what I yam.

And so it comes to an end

I was ahead of The Bobber by five points going into this final week of baseball. Unfortunately, I calculated incorrectly on the maximum number of games played by position. Going into Wednesday, my team consisted of a catcher, a third baseman and only four innings for my lone pitcher. The result? 1.   Obstruction Junkies … Continue reading And so it comes to an end

Don’t let your babies grow up to be Cubs fans

They're grooming my great-nephew to be a White Sox fan. For his first birthday he received a customized Sox recliner complete with cup holder for his sippy cup.   I can't really blame them. Sure, his daddy is a die-hard Sox fan, but even if he wasn't, could you blame him if he wanted to … Continue reading Don’t let your babies grow up to be Cubs fans

If this is what hell feels like, I better get to church

If one more person says "the devil called, he wants his weather back," I'm going to scream. And scream. Or maybe cry. As a person who loathes summer, this has been absolute torture for me. I don't like heat. I don't like sweat. I don't like exposed feet. I don't like exposed body parts, especially … Continue reading If this is what hell feels like, I better get to church