Is Mrs. Bembledack Pushing My Buttons?

Yes, we're back now. We apologize for being off the Interweb-thingy for a bit as we were forced by Blogger to do some migrating and did not go as smoothly as they said it should have. So basically they lied to us.

So, I get home the other night and Mrs. Bembledack had done some shopping at some garage sales and was showing off her finds. She was proud to show me she had found a Cardinals t-shirt for our oldest daughter, Hortencia. Being a Cardinals fan, I was also ecstatic that Hortencia was equally proud to be the new owner of a Cardinals t-shirt and announced she wanted to go to a Cardinals game.

So I will soon have the pleasure of describing the game of baseball to my daughter in the hopes she will develop an interest in the game and a future buddy for discussions of America's favorite past time. Trying to explain why a runner has to run, "because he must," could be a bit challenging in the beginning, but I think she will be able to get it.

Imagine to my shock and horror when Mrs. Bembledack turns the shirt around and I see whose name and number are on the back...

Eckstein...David Eckstein! No, not Albert Pujols or Mark McGwire or Jim Edmonds or Ozzie Smith, but David Fucking Eckstein. Does Mrs. Bembledack not know of my current vendetta regarding David Eckstein and the playoffs? Does she not understand how we at LomHenn.com feel about David Eckstein? Well, that is evidently a big fat "NO".

Sigh...

I cannot create a big enough THUD in print here to emphasize my head hitting the computer desk over this incident. I guess I will have to try and figure out what I have done to displease the baseball gods or what karma injustice I have committed to have this happen to me. It must be because I am behind on my Joe Chat entries. Yeah, that must be it! OK, folks. Be prepared for a Joe Chat blitz!

Or else I will need to find a live chicken...

Superstitious Tendencies

Yes, we all tend to have our superstitions. Whether they are simple gestures or a ritualistic game day rites, many of us knowingly do things that we feel will influence the outcome of that day's game.

Watching the Colts in Super Bowl XLI, I found myself standing in the doorway to the kitchen watching the game because while I was standing there, the Colts starting doing well and I was not about to jinx the game by moving back to my seat on the couch. Not be left out, the rest of our group watching the game were also having the same thought as everyone maintained their seating or standing arrangements as well.

Fast forward to yesterday. I hopped into the Bembledack Family Vanagon to take a load of furniture to storage. My daughter, Hortencia, had been listening to a children's book on CD. As I was turning off the CD to listen to the Colts game, in my head I hear, "You really need to listen to the remainder of the disc for the Colts to win." Uh-huh. Whatever.

I tuned into the game and proceeded to hear the Colts were down 20-10 and the current Colts drive stall to force a punt. The Texans immediately rumbled off a 40-some odd yard run and quick march down the field. Before they could score again, my mind drifted back to the thought before I turned the game on. Not really wanting to hear the Colts lose AGAIN, I turned the CD back on and listened to rest of the CD, about 15 minutes or so.

When I turned the game back on, the Colts have the ball on the Texan 5-yard line trailing 24-27 with 2 minutes to go. Of course, they scored the go-ahead touchdown and went on to win the game.

Coincidence, I don't think so...