Nicole and I recently gathered a bunch of VHS tapes to convert to DVD. One of the ones I'm having done has some Tina-shot classic videos from 1991 and 1992.
I suggested we watch it, and when I hit play, the video was at the start of a Spelling Bee. Exciting as I won the first grade Bee on the word sheep.
However, as the contestants dwindled, I realized that this was the 1992 Bee when I started a lifelong string of second places. Finishing behind Holly Masson is a lowlight of my academic career, and now I was reliving it.
I've never forgotten the word I lost on, but what I didn't remember is that I actually misspelled five words in the second grade Bee. That's right, I got five words wrong in one Spelling Bee.
When it got down to two, Holly butchered "disappear." All I needed to do was spell disappear, and I would make it back-to-back Bee titles. I implored my past self, "Two Ps." Alas, I spelled it disapear. Then came volcano and experiment. Got those wrong, too.
Finally, lightning came. Me: "L-I-G-H-T-I-N-G." Holly added the "n" for the win.
But I got the last laugh because on Monday night, I came across and fixed a misspelling in a story about nasty weather. The misspelled word? Lightning. It was spelled lightening.
THE TINA CURSING CORNER
My mom has been reminiscing about her wedding day. She changed during the reception into a going away outfit. "I never liked it. You lose thirty minutes of the fucking reception. Changing out of the fucking thing. It's bullshit."
I forgot the context, but there was this gem. "Miami was built on drugs. Miami can thank cocaine for all those fucking skyscrapers."
A Ramsey's jewelry add says there's no need for negotiation because its prices are so fair. "Shit. There's a 200 dollar markup."
BACK, BACK, BACK ...
Last Wednessay, I played two softball games. In a previous post, I bragged about my sterling defense. This time, my bat did the talking.
My final stat line: 6-for-6 with three walks. In the first game -- a 10-9 extra inning victory -- I went 2-for-2 with three walks, as the pitcher was afraid of me.
It was the second game -- in which I was helping out a shorthanded team -- that was the real highlight. Among my four hits were two doubles and my first softball home run.
On an inside pitch that crossed the plate at my thighs, I crushed the ball down the left-field line. There is no fence at this field, but the ball cleared the left fielder by some 15 feet.
When I was rounding second, he was still running down the ball. I jogged home.
I finished the regular season in this league 15-for-20 with four walks. Hopefully, I didn't just jinx myself into an 0-for-3 playoff showing this Wednesday.
THE 90TH YAT-TOGETHER
On Aug. 20, we had our eighth anniversary monthly dinner. I brought along Nicole to meet everyone. It seemed to go well. Here are the pictures.
That bronze tanner was my anniversary gift to my fellow 2006 Loyola graduates. Past anniversary presents include gold medals, candy and a roll of pennies.
One of the eight-year choices is bronze, and I thought it would be funny to get them some tanner. They seemed to enjoy it. I'm waiting on the selfies with it in use.
For the dinner, we went to Ignatius. Iggy founded Loyola, so this makes sense. And here he refuses to share his drinks with me. "No," he said. "Mine."
For dessert, we went to District for donuts. They were about to close and ended up giving us a shit ton of free donuts.
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