Put Me In, Coach

Sorry y'all. Baseball has taken over my life. For those of you who are not aware, Georgia is in the finals of the College World Series. And I love baseball. So, that means little time for blogging (let's not blame the total and complete lack of inspiration, shall we?).

The Georgia Bulldogs rallied back and beat the Fresno State Bulldogs last night. It was looking fairly grim for our boys for a while, but truthfully the worst part of the night was listening to some announcer attempt to differentiate between the "dawgs" (that's us) and the "dogs". Dude, Andie McDowell does a better Southern accent than that (which, also, why is Andie McDowell's Southern accent so bad? The woman hails from South Carolina for pete's sake!)

Mr. Daddy and I harbor secret dreams that Bubba will grow up to be a baseball phenom. We recently moved to Madison County and the Indian's Jake Westbrook grew up here. So did Josh Fields, who plays for the Dawgs and was recently signed in the first round of the baseball draft by the White Sox. Maybe it's something in the water. Maybe it's the fact that there's not much else to around her BUT play baseball. Bubba has shown some early skill at hitting, but we missed baseball season in this county because of the move. I don't really want him to be a pitcher because I'm seriously not sure he (or I) could handle the pressure.

We've also given him fair warning that if he does become a baseball star and he's drafted by the Yankees, he's going to have to turn them down. We've taught him since birth that the Yankees (and cigarettes, by the way) = yuck.

Hopefully this baseball watching marathon will be over tonight after the Dawgs sweep the Dogs. And maybe inspiration will strike like lightning and we can return to our regularly scheduled blogging.