Sunday, November 2, 2008


Nope, not the show. No Keifer Sutherland here. It's not my age. It's not how many pets I have. It may be how many Star Wars figures I have, or the average number of patients that I see in a day, but this blog is not about that. It is a time period that defines a day. I had a particularly great 24 hours that I thought I would share.

It started October 31 at 6 pm. The kids were all dressed up and ready to go. They seemed already juiced up on sugar, but it was the anticipation and the sugar rush would come later.

So we headed out, 7 walkers and one stroller, across brick streets and broken sidewalks. We saw all sorts on the way, from Spiderman to gouls, and fortunately all were friendly.

One place had my littlest a little bugged out, but he survived the attack of the big furry spider diddled on a string over the driveway by our interesting friend. I don't know if his reaction was due to the creepiness of the gentleman or if was due to some sour sweet-tarts he was eating. Either way, the look is worth a thousand words.

One friendly princess couldn't resist revealing her true colors as she lit her firestick to start casting spells on sugar-spunked kids. Maybe it was part of her character for halloween, or maybe it was part of her weight-loss plan. I don't know, I just found it funny. It's like smoking in your wedding dress - high class!

As the kids got tired, the complaints started coming.

My feet hurt!

My legs are tired!

I want to see mommy!

I want to go to my house!

I'm hungry! Can I have some candy?

We returned home, where the kids ate and I had the privilege of sitting on the porch handing out candy. One tricker-treater asked "can I trick or treat here for some water?" Yep, guess he was a'thursty. Some hispanic kids came dressed up as, well, kids. When asked what they were dressed up as, they could not get their stories straight, giving me answers of "homos" and "kids" and "mexicans." Really, very creative, and very lazy! At least put in some effort and don't conform to the preconceived notion that some have of some hispanic persons. One even tried to cope my hot dogs I had sitting there for dinner as their halloween treat! The kids came out and ran wild on the porch, giving out candy to tricker-treaters, even begging them to come up to our home. Do you think this one needs a little more social interaction?

The day ended with fast baths, cleaning up, and turning in as the morning would come quickly- at least for me!

Yep, 5:30 am, and that is not what time I arose. It was the time I was on the road for a very important day. You see, as an alumn of a local university whose football team has struggled intermittently over the past 10 years with a rival university within the state who has had success over the past 10 years, I have a duty and obligation to fully support my alumnus on this day.

The opportunity came via the graciousness of my wife ( in the form of a birthday gift, called tickets. Yep, tickets back to my alma mater to enjoy the intrastate rivalry. What a glorious gift it was, as I love college f-ball and judgement had prevented me from purchasing season tickets this year. I was excited, elated, to experience this day.

I decided to take my pops with me, so I picked him up and we headed to my alma mater. The drive was filled with scenery, discussion of politics, diet Dr. Pepper, and, of course, McDonald's McGriddles.

On arrival, the tailgaters were out in full force. The university was glowing in the colors of oncoming fall. The tempurature was cool but warming up. The attitude was serene, and the anticipation was boiling, as my alma mater had struggled defensively as of late and their in-state rival made a run at a top 5 team the week before.

Before the game, my pops and I roamed the hill, enjoying the scenery and the pre-game excitement. He was not game-ready, however, so we supported the local bookstore sites by purchasing various assundries that would give us the appearance of true fans (can't tell who we were rooting for, can ya).

We entered the stadium and watched pre-game warm ups. We had awesome seats and were surrounded, amazingly, by other KU alumns who had entered into the medical field. A great day with wonderful weather, sightly scenery, comraderie company, and anxious anticipation. My team seemed ready and hyped to play their hardest.

My alma mater did not disappoint. They scored 31 unanswered points and all knew at the half that the game was over. My arms got tired from waving the wheat so much. An impaired rival fan who spilt pop down my back about 6 minutes into the game even gave up and went home to sleep off whatever had impaired her (don't worry, the pop did no harm and she offered to purchase me drinks at the snack bar and tried to give me her peanuts, but I deferred under the muse of being on a low salt diet - you don't take a rival's nuts)!

The half was filled with entertainment, hot dogs, pretzels, diet coke, and some shade. The second half was more of the same, a rout by the home team, my alma mater.

We knew who would win, and the unfortunate coach of the other team, failing where they had in previous years had success, could hear the hammering of the last nail in his coffin being driven as the second quarter came to an end. I think his job had even ended at the half and he had a new job during the second half, as evidenced by the pictures!

After the game, we enjoyed some bar-b-que - pulled pork has no better place than between the halves of a whole wheat bun. We then ended the day with a 4 hour drive with more great conversation with pops and beautiful scenery, rainbow included.

So those were a great 24 hours full of fun, laughs, smiles, sweets, good food, anticipation, excitement, connecting, beauty, and of course, a win. All I can say to my beautiful, wonderful wife is thank you, thank you, thank you for a wonderful 24!


The Unconventional Doctor's Wife said...

You're welcome, you're welcome, you're welcome. It was my privilege to see you so happy! I love you!

just a little bit shabby said...

Rock Chalk Jayhawk! WooHoo we won!
Class of 66!

Mumzy said...

Hey, Doc: This may be my favorite blog so far - hearing you happy makes me happy.