I have seen quite a few "
end of summer" posts and figured this would be my version. Having always been a fan of fall, I can't say I get to caught up in the end of summer doldrums. Because the best sport gets rolling this time of year.
Football season! Of course it use to mean practice and playing, and that pretty much wrapped up after my college years...although I tried to get a few pick up games in here and there as late a couple falls ago. Pathetically, it now has become Brooks and I watching the Packers in a Lazyboy while still wearing my trusty old #68!
Fall also means the end of Softball season. The past 8 years I have been fortunate enough to play ball for the Red Shed on Thursday nights with a great group of guys. 12 seasons ago when the team was first started the guys put a higher value on camaraderie rather than wins. This was fortuitous because at times the wins have been hard to come buy. We have also had our fair share of success having won a couple of championships in the last 5 seasons. This is a picture from before our last game. Sombrero night! That reminds me of a wise gambling tip. Never bet on the Chorizo during the sausage races at Miller Park. A sombrero creates huge drag when running
Traditions are also a strong part of the Shed's history. The JVP trophy is passed on every year and each new owner adds something to it. Think Stanley Cup without the security detail and with an old boot and PBR cans. I am looking forward to hosting it for the year. Hillary is probably delighted that I will be keeping it in my basement.
Our little baby turned two this past Saturday--September 13th. We celebrated on Saturday morning by a trip to Mounds Pet Food Warehouse in Sun Prairie. Brooks picked out a red squeaky toy. It looks a lot like a red ball, but it also has feet and little devil horns. It seems like an indestructible toy; however, Ryan and I are cursing this little toy every time it squeaks its high pitch squeaky sound. Brooks also picked out a new red Kong and a circular rawhide. 
