February

Well, life's been busy lately. I haven't had much time to kick back and relax since about Christmas time. In addition to my normal work load, I have taken one class and taught five classes.
In place of something original and creative, which I am terribly short of right now, here is a little story that will warm your heart while we wait for baseball season to start.


A Red Sox fan liked to amuse himself by scaring every Yankees fan he saw strutting down the street in an obnoxious NY pinstripe shirt. He would swerve his van as if to hit them, then swerve back just missing them.

One day, while driving along, he saw a priest. He thought he would do a good deed, so he pulled over and asked the priest, "Where are you going, Father?" "I'm going to give Mass at St. Francis church, about two miles down the road," replied the priest. "Climb in, Father. I'll give you a lift!" The priest climbed into the passenger seat, and they continued down the road.

Suddenly, the driver saw a Yankees fan walking down the road, and he instinctively swerved as if to hit him. But, as usual, he swerved back onto the road just in time. Even though he was certain that he had missed the guy, he still heard a loud THUD. Not knowing where the noise came from, he glanced in his mirrors but still didn't see anything.

He then remembered the priest, and he turned to the priest and said, "Sorry, Father, I almost hit that Yankees fan."

"That's OK," replied the priest, "I got him with the door."

FF Champ!

In the last ten years or so the world of fantasy sports has become huge. I guess it's mainly for us guys(and girls) who need competition. It's not enough to cheer for our football team and against our friends' football team. We have to have something of our own to trash talk about. Since most of us cannot afford to buy a pro sports team, we settle for our "fantasy team."

If you're not familiar with the way this works, here it is: you get together with a group of your friends or coworkers (or in my case, some guys-and one girl-from church) and you have a draft. You take turns going around and picking players from the NFL that you think will do well. Based on your players' performances in real life each week, your fantasy team scores points. For instance, I had Peyton Manning this year. Every time he threw a touchdown, my team got 6 points. If you outscore the team you are pitted against, you win. Simple right?

Well, we survived another year of trash talking and nail biting (we're all still friends) and in the end I ended up winning the trophy. This makes my trash talking much more potent next year. Anyways, here is a picture of me, Carina, and the trophy.

Winter was here!

The weather forecasters here in South Carolina threaten us with snow several times a year but we usually only get snow once every winter or two. This time they were right. Yesterday morning, while I was sleeping soundly, Sarah got up to get ready for work and found that our subdivision had become a little "winter wonderland." She promptly came running into the bedroom and scared the living daylights out of me (it wasn't too hard because daylight hadn't even come yet) and told me I had to come look outside.

Well, needless to say, it was quite pretty. One snowfall a year is enough for me but I did enjoy it while it lasted. Carina was a little hesitant to go out in it but she followed me out into the snow and started rolling in it.

By 8:00am the snow had turned to rain and most of the snow is already gone. That's the way it goes in the South. Winter came yesterday. Spring came today.