Sunday
Maybe it wasn't the greatest Sunday ever. But it had to be close.
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:
posted by Thurman8er @ 10:25 AM
10 Comments:
Good hat hair brother. I spent Sunday afternoon / evening playing some beach volleyball. My 50 year old hands feel like "hands of stone."
Congrats on the Angels great season.
I love that you have Lisa around to preserve these special moments for you. You know, if the hat hair bothers you, Terry offers free haircuts. There's simply no hair left to be squished by hats.
Rick wants to know where the lines behind your head went - you know, the lines that tell us how tall you are.
Sounds like a great Sunday........and you can't get any better than ending in laughter!
just missing some numbers across your chest!
I'm adopted.
Great smile in that last picture!
Note to Sandra: :)
Um...your "bad hair" was indeed THE
LOOK for guys...well, the less rebellious ones...in the 60's before the hippies emerged. So, I don't think it looks that bad! (Have you ever sported a long-hair style??
Sandra is hilarious!! You, too, Wendy...
I'm sorry. That's not the way you looked all summer?
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