Hoop dreams

BB EC just had his six-month check up, and we found out that he is the 100th percentile for height, making him the Wilt Chamberlain of the infant world. I know there will be pressure for him to jump straight into the pros from high school, but I’m hoping he takes the scholarship. Later tonight, I’m planning on shooting some video of BB EC going to town in his jumparoo and sending it to Coach K at Duke. For a little guy who can’t stand on his own yet, he has a pretty impressive vertical leap. He’s also able to go to his left, although it’s usually for pulling off my glasses or grabbing his little bag filled with pear pieces, not driving to the hoop. That’s okay, I’m sure we’ll have plenty of time for practice.
Of course, I don’t want to be one of those pushy sports parents, barking at the officials during T-ball games and sending BB EC off to basketball clinics at the age of 2. Because the doctor also said BB EC was very developmentally advanced, I would have no issue if he decided to become a brain surgeon.

Live blogging the ALCS

8:45 p.m. Okay, I'm not really liveblogging the game, but it sounded good, didn't it.

Actually, I forgot the game was on until about the fourth inning. Mrs. EC went out for dinner with a friend, so I was planning on some quality Green Eggs and Ham time with BB EC. After that, I was planning on doing a little reading of the more grown up variety, or possibly updating my woefully neglected blog (which I am doing now, so I guess I wasn't too far off). By the time I tried putting BB EC in the crib, I remembered the game was on. Of course, BB EC boycotts the crib these days, so right now he's sleeping beside me on the bed, and the game is on, the Sox up 5-1 by the time I started watching.

With Sabathia in the hole right off the bat, I'm calling the series, Sox in 5. The series was effectively over before I even started watching. Bring on the Rockies. The only down side to that is that losing to the Coors Rockies would be about the most depressing thing ever, probably about the only thing that would come close would be losing to the Devil Rays in the ALCS.

At least the Red Sox master plan is now apparent. Come out like gangbusters in April and May, build a 30-game lead, coast for four months, and then wake up and smack everyone around in the playoffs. Not bad, if you can pull it off.

Sox now have the bases loaded and I'm feeling like all I will ever blog about again is baseball and donuts. Which isn't necessarily a bad thing...

9:30 p.m. The Sox are up 8-2 in the sixth with the bases loaded, I finally got BB EC into the crib, and I got myself a bag of chips and a Corona Light. It's officially a party! (Sadly, this is as wild as my life gets)