Saturday, September 11, 2004
A few hours till game time. Tonight, Barry Bonds will hit two home runs to reach the amazing milestone of 700. We’ll be in section 130 to see it happen.
The cosmos says it will happen tonight. In 2001, in wake of 9-11, Barry Bonds’ homeruns kept me going through global and personal hardship. TS and I saw Bonds hit No. 68 on Sept. 28 (see above) and I will never forget the majestic soaring shot to dead center. It helped the Giants win the game. That same year, we saw Barry Bonds and his family in the United Red Carpet Room in SFO; he graciously allowed a few fans to take pictures.
In addition to my wife, I wish all my baseball buddies were there. I’ll bring something in honor of my original baseball buddy. He’d be rooting against Bonds as he and my uncle saw The Babe set the original record, and he and I saw Henry Aaron tear up The Babe’s record.
Pictures of the game to follow.
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I have gone back many times since, but the shop is closed during the summer. We’re hoping he opens one in Arizona.
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Friday, September 10, 2004
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Thursday, September 09, 2004
She will be an interesting political figure to watch.
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Wednesday, September 08, 2004
My wife’s battle with cancer in 2000 eventually cost me my job and damaged my already fragile health. A co-worker saw an opportunity to push me out of way, and suggested to my boss that I would be too busy tending to my wife and daughter to perform at the executive level for which I was hired. My boss believed him and gradually my role changed until I was gone in early 2002.
One month after my wife’s final radiation treatment, insulin was added to my diabetic regimen as my glucose readings were totally out of control. Was this directly related to the stress from my wife’s illness? Who knows… and honestly, who cares?
Here is where things differ and I consider myself fortunate. While the man in the story sought solace from his fellow parishioners and community I was fortunate to have a support group of one. My support group was the person whom I flew halfway around the world to bring into our lives in 1992. Her instinctive warmth and caring to both my wife and me are not to be measured in words. Oddly, four years later, our daughter remembers nothing. The time had to be as awful for her as it was for us, but her inner strength was and is something that will certainly power her future to a wonderful fruition.
My wife’s illness has made our already tight bond even stronger. She’s certainly not the person she was before her illness—she’s actually a more improved version of her previous (and pretty wonderful) self. She stops to smell the roses (and cactus flowers), works on political causes, volunteers at our daughter’s school and strives for nutritionally perfection.
I am a better person as well. Candidly, it would be impossible to appreciate her more than I did before her illness. But losing my job and changes in my health made me understand life with even sharper focus; I know what’s important and wake up every day, look around, and count my blessings
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BTW, the great Dusty Baker was on that Atlanta Braves team!
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Tuesday, September 07, 2004
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This is one of things I love about my wife: her devotion to a noble public cause and her willingness to sacrifice sleep and creature comforts to do her civic duty. It should be her running for Congress in five years, but she’s probably a little to shy to make many public speeches. She sure is smart enough and caring enough to be a great leader.
So, today, I add a new star to my personal flag—a star in honor of my wife, the poll sitter!
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Monday, September 06, 2004
While my wife labored today, my daughter and I took a quick spin around the area. We stopped at Barnes & Noble in Kierland Commons for some free reading and music sampling (courtesy of the Red Dot Network) and then to Sur La Table to check the wedding registry for my cousin’s upcoming Napa Valley event.
Then off to lunch at Red Robin, one of the million fast food and semi-fast food places landing in our rapidly growing neighborhood. There’s a Sizzler, Subway, Blue Agave, Elephant Bar and an Arbuelo’s Mexican all in the same center. There really isn’t a home within a mile, but the center is at the juncture of Scottsdale Road and 101. And there’s more restaurants to come.
Lunch was fine but the company was exceptional. My daughter loves playing with her new cellphone, which we bought, for emergencies. She actually doesn’t have that many people to call and doesn’t like talking on the phone, so ….whatever
Sunday, September 05, 2004
I don't think anyone else recognized him. As we left, I muttered, "Good day," his trademark sign-off. My wife told me to be quiet.
Then I am have been fooled all these years.
This is where we ate after the Wiener races. Food is so-so and the rest rooms were filthy.
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Oh, there were Wieners/Weiners out the ying-yang, so to speak.
Last night, we went to the Wiener dog races at Phoenix Greyhound Park. For the most part, it was a hilarious and touching evening of fun. My wife said she wanted to commemorate 21 years she’s had the surname Weiner.
Parking at the racetrack was a bit disorganized, but the attendants were gracious enough to allow my handicapped placard and me to park very close to the track. We got in line, watched the daschounds enter the park and started laughing. Being 15-year Phoenix residents (not consecutively), my wife and I were not surprised by the broad cross-section of people at the event. It was not a “blue blood” event, to say the least. Our daughter was a little put off by the array of tattoos, smoking and beer guzzling.
Two loving greyhounds
The parade of dogs started at 6:30 and they stood in the track infield and around the outdoor grandstand. Also, there were a number of greyhounds from the Arizona Greyhound Rescue group. We love greyhounds and I petted one who immediately clung to my leg, making me feel warm inside. (Warm outside too, it was 102-degrees).
Squirt: Our Favorite
At the parade of hounds, we spotted Squirt, the reason we were at the event. My wife met Squirt and his owner outside a Basha’s supermarket and donated to the race. My wife got the event details and the race went on our anniversary calendar in dark ink.
Gracee, the winner of heat one with "colorful" owner
Wienerschnitzel sponsored the races. The mascot looks bored.
We wandered around for a while before the race, petted dogs and bought souvenir t-shirts. I took pictures until my digital storage card ran out of space. My favorite shot (see above) is of the dog that won the first heat. His owner was covered with tattoos but sure knew thing or two about daschound racing. Gracee won the first heat by a huge margin.
Heat two was the main event. As an aside, our daughter is short, even for a 12-year old. She had a lot of trouble seeing the race as we stood by the infield fence. She jockeyed her way to the front, but got into a shoving/glaring match with a man who hoisted his small child in his shoulders. The daughter sulked that it was as if she was never there, as she could not see anything. She said that if she wore her new t-shirt to school and kids asked her about the event, she would have to say it was as if she hadn’t attended. Yes, put away the violins.
I still laugh thinking about heat two. The gate opened and eight Wiener Dogs ran helter-skelter around the track. One dog sniffed the rail and chatted with some nearby workers; another dog ran back to the starting gate in a state of confusion. Eventually, one of the owners ran down the track and a few dogs followed. Squirt, our favorite, is still looking for the finish line as we sit here. The dogs were like a bunch of drunks getting off a long plane ride with wobbly legs.
We left with pouty child and laughed the rest of the evening.