Wonder Years

When I get together with the maternal side of the family, I usually end up playing with my second cousins. The oldest of the four is 10. It's fun, and it certainly beats the banality of conversing with the adults. They are not exciting people.

At the family Christmas, I was goofing around with them when Travis turned to me.

"How old are you?"

"How old do you think I am?"

"I don't know... 13?"

You know, I think it's a compliment, deep down. If real kids think of you as a kid, you're probably doing something right.

Who Are You, Again?

A consequence of the Internet is that things you put on it will probably exist forever.

Case in point: My first blog. It was amusing/horrifying to go back and read me from several years ago. Incidentally, the last real entry was about Dan Lowe.

Why Hasn't This Caught on in America?

I've been watching the Australian Open this week on ESPN 360. On Monday, I opened the window and on the right it has a list of the events being broadcasted. It was all tennis... except for one. Cricket. India vs Bangladesh. No love lost there, right? I think, hey, let's check out some cricket. Maybe I'll see a wicked googly. So I click on it.

I'm greeted by the sight of an empty field with this graphic dominating the screen:

CHITTAGONG, 1ST TEST

TEA HAS BEEN TAKEN

LIGHT PERMITTING PLAY WILL RESUME AFTER TEA HAS BEEN TAKEN

Awesome. Can you imagine that? USA vs Spain, gold medal game in basketball. Halfway through the third quarter, they stop and all have a drink together. Kind of hard to take the game too seriously when that happens, right? Maybe we should try this in the SEC.

Point is, I have no idea what "Chittagong, 1st test" means.