I've made mental notes of a myriad of topics I would love to weigh in on (Weiner's weiner exposure, the tornado devastation, Bin Laden's encounter with an American soldier, even Oprah's final episodes) but I am resigned to side with Mr. Frost... "knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back". And so I shall not try to revisit worthy lessons from the recent past but I shall move forward to abundant topics of the present.
As with all efforts of improvement, it is best to put your home in order first. So my first blog shall be of a personal nature. My family has experienced many firsts during my absence from the blogesphere. Here are some images and brief summaries that capture the essences of just two of our firsts.
Our Angel #1 (my pet name for our oldest) finished her first year of little league softball. It was a painful year both for her and for the charming Mrs. Wicke. I try to deal in the truth and so I cannot say anything other than Angel #1 was the most remedial player on her team. Aside from being at the younger side of the level, many of the girls had four solid years of playing experience under their belt. Angel #1 had one season of tee ball several years ago. This being said, I could not be more proud of my little Rudy Rudiger. She was the most enthusiastic player on the team. She was always happy, ever enthusiastic and contagiously in love with the game. She had no idea of her weaknesses and athletic inadequacies. Mrs. Wicke, however, was not so blind to the painful truth. Angel #1 went through the entire year with only one hit -if you could really call a three foot dribble toward the pitcher's mound a "hit". Her team, however, won the league title and advanced to the Tournament of Champions to face the victors of the neighboring leagues. Long story short: in her last two games of this tournament (the semi-finals and the finals), our Angel #1 got three solid hits against some very good pitchers. It was a fairtale ending to a magical year. As a father it was envigorating to see her athletic development but by far the thing I was most proud of was her undying effort and boundless thrill for a new endeavor. She gave it her all every moment of the year. She proved that the spirit of the happy warrior is still alive in the hearts of mankind!
The second event requires much less description. I can sum it up in four words, a numeral and a symbol:
Angel #3 versus coffee table