Poor Lucy. For the third consecutive day our girl has had the runs. At night that means she wakes us up two of three times a night whining to be let out. Afterwards, we have to clean her up. Not fun. Then, this morning she unceremoniously threw up a rather large chicken bone in the doorway of our bedroom. We are flummoxed by this since neither of us feed her anything but dog food. She must have picked it up during her late night ramblings in the dark. The odd thing about this is that she has no other symptoms. Her appetite is good. She seems energetic and even her nose is relatively cool and wet. But for three days, nothing but mud pies every three or four hours.
Needless to say, her condition made watching last night’s Nationals win in game one problematic. Lucy seems to have horrible baseball drama timing. Every time the bases were loaded, or every time a pivotal moment of the game would arrive, she would need to go outside to do her business. Invariably, when I finally got her back inside and cleaned up I would tune in just in time to hear one of the announcers exclaim, “What a play!!!!!” Thank God for instant replay.
So last night I’m texting back and forth with my good friend, Al about the game. He’s a big baseball fan like me so we have fun doing our own twisted brand of color commentary. Every now and then one of us comes up with a pretty decent line. Last night it was Al’s turn. When twenty year old phenom, Juan Soto, crushed his opposite field home run onto the train tracks in left center field, he fires this one out to me:
“Can’t give that ball a Jewish funeral ‘cause it was TATTOOED!!!”
Unfortunately, I was out on a potty run at the time and didn’t see it until later. But, Holy Cow, what a great line. I would pay just about anything to hear Joe Buck say that on national TV!
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