Paying Off

Since it's now year two of the great "Nationals" experiment, I've decided to pay off the bet with the boss. Instead of Morton's, we're going to do the chef's table at Lightfoot, a local eatery.

I've never met a bet I've been happier to lose.

Nothing to see here...

Okay...

If you got here via some of the fine Washington Nationals' blogs, I apologize that there ain't much to read about here. I just don't have the time. I support the entire blog concept. Really, I do...but I don't have the time!!! Please believe me!!! I can't post near as often as I should. Should? I dunno. Could? Would? Whatever.

So I'm sorry. Don't count on me here. But I hope I have some valuable comments to add to the real bloggers out there.

Jim

Happy Thanksgiving Weekend.

So it's only been eleven months since dropping a note.

We did the Turkey day thing yesterday and wondered how the Clubhouse was doing. Would they open or not? How has business been since we left?

My oldest called yesterday to wish us a nice day. (And he didn't ask for money!) We didn't hear from the younger of my two. (So, he didn't ask for money either.)

As each day goes by, the Washington Nationals fall further behind in trying to improve. No owners, no real management, no reason for other players to wait and sign up. We get really pissed about that. Almost to the point of refusing to renew our season tickets. Almost.

Speaking of which, we got said renewal notice in the mail. Our tickets have gone up in price more than 10%. I think this management team is in for an unfortunate surprise. There is little reason - especially with no owner - to expect a repeat of what the Nats did last year. They ended up exactly where they deserved. But that month of June? Wow! That's what spurred the increase in ticket sales for the second half. (I know we were able to sell many games after the all-star break. No many, before.)

I just don't think the crowds are going to be as large. No longer the first season, and no reason to expect the great play in the first half.

We'll see.

(I do have to pay off that Morton's bet with my boss, but I may be able to offset it. My brother-in-law and I have the same bet surrounding Frank Robinson. I say he's out. BIL doesn't think so.)

Merry Christmas

It's taken awhile, but it seems as if we're in good Christmas spirits. I had hoped the raising of the tree and hanging of the ornaments would trigger a month long feeling of joy. Work and stress impeded that free feeling until last night.

Christmastime is here. Hold everyone close and celebrate.

Resolved for 2005

Three L's:

Lose, laugh and love a lot.

Lose the weight: at least 50 pounds over the year: 4.17 pounds per month. A bit over a pound a week.

Laugh more with her: We've not laughed enough in the past year. Anxiety has overshadowed our happiness at times. I'll laugh at least once a night with my love.

Love her more: We've not loved enough. It should be at least once a week. Perhaps the laughter will lend itself to love.

My three L's.

May my fourth bless us on these three.

A bit of this and that...

At the request of baseballindc.com, I wrote a note to the DC Council clowns, i.e. Cropp, who have decided it's wise to screw around and challenge the MLB. I wasn't supportive of the sabotage effort and let them know about it.

There were four police cars outside our house this evening. Our next door neighbor was rear-ended by a pizza delivery guy. The rear-ender tried to flee, but our man next door wouldn't let him. Did I mention our neighbor is with the FBI?

Whoops. That pizza may not be delivered within a half hour.

I'm already hungry again, and I haven't even eaten, yet.

I have a long standing bet with my boss. The prize is a steak dinner at Morton's with our spouses. I contend that there will be no baseball in DC. He, the opposite. When the tentative deal between DC and the MLB was struck, my boss suggested I pay up. I said, "No." Evidently, so did Linda Cropp. Unbelievable.

What is one to expect when two of the more incompetent organizations on the planet try to make a deal?

I amend my first paragraph conclusion. This should have been expected. Oh, yeah. It was. By me. Hence, the bet.