Frisbee

 

frisbeeThe latest fad at our house has been ‘frizzbo’ – the name our boys have affectionately given the act of tossing the classic plastic disc. They’ll often spend close to an hour each night in the front yard throwing that disc back and forth to each other. It’s proven to be a great source of entertainment and exercise, but they tend get more of a workout when they have to haul out the ladder to climb on the roof to get it. The last time I can remember a frisbee enjoying this much popularity was the 1970s.

Royals Come Alive

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If there were any doubts about whether or not Kansas City belonged in the World Series, Game Two was the litmus test. The Royals erupted last night in a 7-2 victory over San Francisco. The score was stalled at 2-2 going into the bottom of the sixth when a string of KC hits by Butler and Perez brought in three more runs. The nail in the Giants’ coffin was Omar Infante’s monster two run homer in the bottom of the sixth. We’ll see if the Royals can bring some of that mojo to San Fran on Friday night.

Krolls: ‘Get up and run’

Today I joined hundreds of runners who laced up and hit the trail for the annual Kroll’s Diner Bismarck Marathon. I can’t say that I have a lot of experience as a competitive runner, but truly enjoy the challenge, discipline and preparation required to do a road race. Thanks to the advice and encouragement from my friends, family and many of my veteran running mentors I was able to complete my second half marathon this year (without dying). Congrats to all you runners out there who did the ‘Krolls’ today!

Two to go!

Aaron Rodgers Greenbay Packers


The NFC match-up will be decided today when the World Champion Green Bay Packers take on the New York Giants.
It’s amazing to me how Aaron Rodgers has not only led the Pack once again to the playoffs, but has nearly erased any memory of Titletown’s previous quarterback – what’s his name? A huge feat for any player in such a short amount of time.

With the Packers just two games away from a Super Bowl repeat, it’s hard not to be a little over-confident. Green Bay’s near-perfect season seems to overshadow the Giants’ 9-7-0 finish, but records don’t guarantee anything in the playoffs. I never expected the Falcons to fail against Eli and company last weekend nor did I ever think it would be Kansas City that would prove the Packers were beatable but, I digress.

I know it’s still early, but while the 49ers and Patriots anxiously await the victors of today’s games I’ll be pondering the possibilities of some Super Bowl déjà vu. After watching the Patriots march over the Broncos last night I think February 5th could look a lot like 1997.

Gen X-Box

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If the repeated complaints of my boys were to be believed — that they were the only kids in the world who didn’t own a game system — then it would be reasonable to assume that I was the only dad in the world who didn’t. Well, no more. With my excuses waning and their piggy banks bursting, we agreed to let them joyfully buy their way into the majority. With this ‘box of Xs’ commandeering so much of our only television’s on hours, I knew it would only be a matter of time before my woefully inept gaming skills were exposed.

I dodged the bullet for a week before my oldest son managed to coax me into playing with him. Ever the sports competitor he eagerly popped in Madden ’12 and quickly handed me a game controller. This clearly wasn’t the simple joystick I grew up with. My sweaty hands nervously held the wireless package of buttons, triggers and controls. Overwhelmed and intimidated, I sluggishly meandered through the set-up menus with my son’s help and before long the game was underway. I felt like a passenger plucked from coach, in the cockpit of a 747 barreling down the runway, getting last minute instructions from the pilot on how to fly.

‘Dad, remember to hit this button to go back, and this one to pick which play you want. All those numbers and letters on the screen are the buttons you should press to make the play.’

‘Oh’ was thankfully all I managed to verbalize. After three consecutive delays of game, I began to lose it. Clearly frustrated, I reiterated over and over how I didn’t know what I was doing. How the controller was too complex. He simply repeated the advice he gave me earlier but added, “and do it fast before the play clock runs out.”

I probably wouldn’t have made it through an entire game had it not been for his encouragement (and pointers). In fact, I was starting to feel pretty good about my progress and after four quarters we were tied at 6-6. With ten seconds left in the game, his QB threw an unbelievable hail mary pass to his wide open receiver who quickly sprinted his way towards the end zone with my defense nowhere in sight. Then the strangest thing happened. Right before my eyes, his receiver stopped short at the one yard line, backed up three steps and jumped out of bounds. After I called shenanigans on his ‘mercy move’ he quickly put me out of my misery in OT.

I don’t mind admitting that my 12-year-old son ‘powned’ his old man in football. I’m okay with it. I’m proud of the fact that he had the patience to teach someone as clueless as me on how to play his games. I figure with a couple weeks off for Christmas break I should get better with that controller.

Dog Racing

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It was brought to my attention recently that our town has an annual Wiener Dog Race. The Dauxie Races will be held today from 1-4pm as part of the “Jaunt with Jilli” Pet Walk event at Sertoma Park. I actually know of one particular contestant who has trained hard for this day and would like to give a shout out to Max Taylor! I can’t say that I’ll be able to make it to cheer him on, but the rest of you who relish a good canine contest, better leave now to see if you can ketchup (sorry).