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Triple Threat- Baseball, Beef Jerky, and starBucks

This day is worth blogging. It got off to a fairly normal start. I woke up, did some reading, and then went out to church to talk to one of our pastors about going to Ethiopia this summer on a mission trip. I met with a guy for lunch, and then went to Starbucks to work on a paper for Brian, my boss. I don't normally go to Starbucks, normally=ever. I don't like coffee, and it was 85 today, so i didn't want hot. But I had a free coupon for any size drink in the store, so I figured this was my time to get one of those cake-like drinks that I see people towing out of the store everyday. A venti (which is the biggest) caramel frappuccino blended coffee drink was the call. This baby was like 6 bucks if I was paying in real life, but instead i flicked over the coupon like I owned the joint. When they scooted my drink to the edge of the counter and called my name, something in me changed. I felt like royalty. I was now a proud owner of whipped cream filled drink that only rich people get everyday. It was good, it was real good, but it hit me like a dumptruck. I felt like I was never going to be able to eat again. As I was leaving, I saw a nutritional guide. I indexed my drink to find that it had....530 calories, 18 grams fat, 83!!! grams of sugar, and other ridiculous numbers. No wonder I didn't eat again until 10 o'clock tonight. Starbucks will make you starFat.

I got the call from the team manager today at about 4:45pm. They needed me at the baseball game. My talent had clearly been heralded since I arrived at Vandy last fall, but it was finally time to resurrect the baseball swing that had last seen action in 7th grade. Half of my life has passed since I last played baseball (softball in this case). I quit because I was scared of the ball, which made me not want to stay in the box, which meant I never hit the ball. Surprisingly, my 7th grade coach gave me the opportunity to stay late one day and practice with the Varsity, but that would have meant 2hrs extra of practice, and i was lazy so I said no. Enough about the distant past. I was genuinely scared that I was going to strike out tonight. They stuck me in right, which was a flattering compiment to my arm strength. Here are the stats: 2 for 2 (2 singles), 3 caught fly balls, 0 errors, 1 mouthful of seeds for intimidation. I think my 7th grade coach was on to something.

When I used to play baseball growing up, I would buy the shredded beef jerky at the baseball fields that was kind of like snuff. It was really good, and it was $1, and I put it in my back pocket. And it came with a baseball card. I had a hobby of collecting these baseball cards, and ahem, the cans that they came in. I had something like 13 different kinds of empty beef jerky cans, and 2 full seasons of beef jerky baseball cards. That's all fun, but here's the kicker. I had to give a speech in 6th grade one time about a hobby, and you guessed it, I talked about my beef jerky cans and the cards. I lied that day, I lied alot. I lied and told them that the cans had come from all over the place, Colorado, New Mexico, Texas and the like. I lied about the value of having such a collection of cans, and surely lied about the apparent worth of having hundreds of round baseball cards that said KING B Beef Jerky on them. I was proud of them, I mean, how could you not be?

Then I went to a sweet African drumming and dance thing tonight. Man, the teacher of that class could dance like nobodys bidness.

posted by corbs @ 10:13 PM