Showing posts with label Pirates baseball. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Pirates baseball. Show all posts

Sunday, July 3, 2011

Brian, Why Don’t You Read My Blog? Love, Your Sister


Husband and Brother may cheer for different teams,
but everyone agrees on delicious Summer Shandys.

As loyal readers know, reading and Pirates baseball are like peas and carrots in our house.  Nothing better defines a Tuesday night on Hanover Avenue, especially if you throw some ice cream in the mix.  There’s no denying that we live large.
This weekend, we took it up a notch.  We drove up to DC to see the Nationals play the Pirates.  And the Pirates won, which they do exactly half the time this season.  Non-sports fans, this is MAJOR.  The short trip included some quality time with my brother who is frighteningly behind in reading his beloved sister’s blog.  To entice him, this posting includes a picture of World’s Best Dog Norman.  
Please admire our patriotism and bravery for driving to the nation’s capital on 4th of July weekend, which we could not have faced without our most recent audiobook.  I don’t think I can ever face 95 again without the cajoling tones of a British narrator.  I practically enjoyed that bland, soulless highway – all the ride really needed was more ice cream. 
Spoiled Dog enjoys new baseball toy to celebrate American Independence. 
Does not understand symbolism.

Friday, June 17, 2011

Bookworm Confessions – Baseball Edition

Somehow this has become a blog that is mostly about books but sometimes about Pirates baseball.  I have written about those loveable losers not just once but twice, and now again today.  I think I owe my readers an explanation.
On Andrew’s last birthday I got him the MLB package so he could watch his beloved “Bucs” at home.  It’s just like living in the Greatest City of All Time Pittsburgh!  (His words, not mine.)  So lately when I have been trying to transport myself to, say, the African bush – I am constantly distracted by the Pirates game that is on in the background.  So don’t be alarmed if I start referring to books as a “homerun” or “walk to first base.”
Andrew is as good at growing carrots
as the Pirates are at playing baseball.