Do It For The Sausages!

Yesterday was a good day to start walking house to house. The weather was great. Maybe they should do the Census on Halloween or have Jehovah's Witnesses do it or maybe both. You could have the whole thing done in one day.

Last night was our first meeting for Pony League Baseball. In previous years (younger leagues) we had all been given the game schedules and we were on our ways. Pony League, apparently, is different. There are three teams from Dekalb and we play other teams from: Sycamore, Genoa, Burlington, Kirkland and some other small Middle-of-the-cornfield towns I can't remember. Each coach has to get with each other coach, one at a time, and schedule their games within a designated week. You also have to keep going back to the person in charge of those fields to make sure that the field is available for that time as they are filling up the whole time. It was like the trading floor in "Trading Places" when Louis Winthorpe III and Billy Ray Valentine were trying to buy and sell their orange juice shares. Now tonight is player evaluations and the draft immediately follows. We men just want to pretend we are Major League Baseball owners, G.M.'s and coaches. We never grow up so quit asking us if we will.

I know I mentioned this on my Facebook a few months back but with weather changing to nicer weather in the Midsection I have to mention it here. We live in a cul-de-sac. For those of you not in the middle those are the roads that dead-end into a circle. As you enter the circle part we are at what I would say is between eight and nine o'clock. The kids racing to the bus stop look exactly like the sausages at Miller Park (home of the Middlewaukee Brewers) in the sausage races running around the cul-de-sac. Today Choriso was gaining on Italian with the Brat way behind. Italian saw Choriso gaining so he kicked it into high gear which must have been difficult with that huge backpack. I am guessing Italian won unless he fell down and started crying but I cannot see the finish line (bus stop) from the Mattcave. Oh what a special day...there is a second race of smaller sausages - must be cocktail weenie race. (If the Brewers decide to use this patent/trademark pending).

Well, I have to start some laundry and clean the kitchen and get ready for enumerating followed by baseball draft. Now I share in the case of the Mondays with the rest of you Middleions again. Have a good Monday and when things get rough in your day think of poor little Choriso and her loss to her Italian Sausage brother...do it for the sausages...be strong for them.

(Trading Places photo borrowed from hubpages.com and the sausage race photos borrowed from newstatesman.com - covering my middle butt.)