I was talking to the dog the night Jake Westbrook was pitching for the Cleveland Indians, Tuesday I think. No one was home yet. The dog and I have some great conversations. So anyway I said, "Buckeye, he strikes out the first batter he faces and then walks the next one? What the hell?" She looks at me as if to say, "Duh! Are you forgetting Westbrook is a ground ball pitcher? We have a double play set up here." Sure enough the Indians turned a double play.
Now some people would think I'm a little weird and I need to get out of the house more. There are few that understand what it's like to be a Cleveland sports fan. There hasn't been a major championship won in Cleveland since I've been alive. We are talking Baseball, Football and Basketball because they are the only ones that count. We've come very close in the past, the Fumble, the Drive, the Shot, that we get a little slap happy when we start to get close again. We want to get excited, really. But we've been disappointed so many times in the past, we had our hopes crushed, celebrations brought to a halt, that it's only a matter of time before we have conversations with our dogs.
Okay the walk in the rain went well. We managed to set a gaggle of geese off to flight. It's gaggle right? The gaggle saw us coming and starting honking, then took off. Buckeye just wanted to play. A successful walk means many things but the most important is, if I'm carrying a bag of crap when we get back to the house. I was. One of the joys of having a dog is getting to walk down the street with a potpourri scented poop bag filled with crap. Good times. The dog has not grasped the concept of staying under the umbrella, so my house smells like wet dog. But she now sleeps! I'll make each of the boys take her for a walk when they get home from school so she doesn't keep us up all night and all will be well.
