Sunday
Maybe it wasn't the greatest Sunday ever. But it had to be close. Note: All times are approximate.
7:30 - 1:00 --- Got up. Got ready for church. Went to church. Worshiped. Good stuff. Had spicy, crispy, teryaki chicken at Teryaki Don on the way home. Also good stuff.
1:00 - 4:00 --- Family napped. I watched the Angels win their 96th game of the season on the way (I hope) to home field advantage throughout the postseason.
4:00 - 6:30 --- Family Fun Fest at nearby Trinity Presbyterian Church. Ran into many friends while James went around like this pretty much all evening:
6:30 - 9:00 --- Watched (and fastforwarded a bit through) the final game in Yankee Stadium. I am on record as an avowed Yankee Hater, but it should be known that I have a great deal of respect for the franchise. You don't win 26 World Championships by just sitting around being mediocre. They honor the past and play for the present (but all too often sacrifice the future). Last night was a perfect capsule of the team, from honoring veterans like Reggie, Bernie Williams, and Don Larsen before the game...to talking with Whitey Ford and Yogi in the booth...to the ultra classy Derek Jeter leading his teammates in a salute to their fans and then in a final tour around the park. I hate that they are tearing down this landmark of American History, but at least they showed it the proper respect. Note in the picture below that Jeter and Rivera are nearly eclipsed by Giambi's giganto mustache:9:00 - 11:30 --- Watched what was possibly the worst Emmy Award Show ever. Whoever thought that following up last year's horrid Ryan Seacrest debaucle with 4 MORE reality hosts should be (as Steve Martin used to say) taken out and maimed. As usual, the only highlights were the self-scripted stuff by people like Tina Fey and Amy Poehler, Ricky Gervais and Steve Carell (who made me laugh so hard I cried) and, as always, Jon Stewart and Stephen Colbert. Good news: 30 Rock, the best show on television, wins! Bad news: Everything else.
11:30 - 12:00 --- In bed far too late for a school night. Before we turned in, I took off my baseball cap and found the very best case of "hat hair" I've ever encountered. It was perfectly flat and parted. I liked it so much I combed it while Lisa tried to brush her teeth, "tried" because she was laughing so hard. We took pictures. It took a long time because every time Lisa looked at the view she started laughing, then I started laughing, and you can't be laughing in a picture like this. Finally, we preserved the moment, for your enjoyment: