Friday already?

Let’s see, in the month of August Little Man has 22 football practices scheduled. I have been responsible for getting him there 17 times. Already, as in, today will be number 17. His dad will take him the last three next week. Which means that I’ve had 17 weekdays out of 19 this month where I leave my house at 7:20am and then return at 8:00pm. See, this is why those 5 weeks that he is gone are so important to my sanity!!

I sat at my desk on Tuesday am after my follow up eye appt, looked at my monitor, gasped, then pushed it back 6 inches. Holy crap I am seeing in high def!! I drove home at night that evening and never even noticed that I was seeing clearly (night vision was iffy before). I can read again! This is truly awesome.

A lesson learned this week. For anyone who knows football, you know that you avoid Raider fans like the plague. While there are many drunk and obnoxious fans of many teams and sports around the world, there is something quite uniquely nasty and violent about Raider fan. Well, perhaps since I spend my childhood bleeding Dodger blue and turned a blind eye about it until now, I was never aware that Dodger fan IS the baseball version of Raider fan. Maybe Raider fan didn’t poinson Dodger fan until the Raiders made their short-lived to Los Angeles in the 90s (hence I missed that whole mix up since I was a Dodger fan in the 70s-80s). Anyhow, as of Wednesday night, I can declare 100% that I shall now avoid Dodger fan like the plague! Holy crap what a scary game that was to attend! Sure, the Padres were sweeping the Dodgers for the second series in a row. Sure, it is our closest local rivalry and its easy for LA fans to get down here. However, I have NEVER once been scared at Petco park. That place is my second home! I am so glad that I was there with my friend and not my son. Both boys were safely at home since football practice doens’t end until 7:30 and game time was 7:00. The first brawl started in the 2nd inning and they never truly stopped. The guy sitting behind us made my skin crawl. Thankfully the Padres took control quickly so that LA fans had nothing to yell about, but the tension was palpable. Walking back to my car (wearing my Padre hat and t-shirt of course), I felt nervous about running into some belligerent LA fans. Sure enough I walked past two fights in the streets. Well, actually, one of them rolled right up to my feet and I had to jump out of the way of the the flailing arms and legs. Crazy.

I have more I want to write, but I have no time!