Picking Teams

Yesterday, The Boss (wife) was a wiffle ball team captain with the responsibility for picking her team. You can imagine my shock when she failed to pick me for her team. Several rounds of picks were made, yet never a nod from The Boss. Finally, drafted by the other team, I went 5-4 at the plate. That is right. I hit so well, my four hits seemed like and were counted as five.

I'll have a Rowdy!

I would love to have a sandwich named after me - half turkey, half salami on a sour dough roll with cheddar cheese, dijon mustard, light mayo and onions.