Yesterday was my youngest son’s birthday (he turned 22 – we started having kids when I was 10 and my wife was 11). He got to choose the restaurant for last night’s birthday dinner. Apparently, he channeled his inner ‘Dry Spot‘ because we ate a fine dinner at Sportsman Grill (he kinda knew that Palm wasn’t really an option). Despite some shaky parentage (at least on the pater part), my kids are growing up well.
Last night while eating we watched the Louisville – Rutgers game. Needless to say, Lynn was beyond thrilled (NOT). I love it when a ‘homecoming school’ has a good season and knocks off a ranked team. As a Vanderbilt fan, it’s nice to see the downtrodden occasionally slaughter the giant. I can only hope the Rutgers win will really screw up the BCS. The entire family was pulling for the Rutgers upset (except for one apathetic mom). As Vanderbilt fans we naturally root for the weak and infirmed.
Lynn and I are heading to Houston this weekend. Our friend Nicky, a wondrously generous spirit, is losing his life to a damned brain tumor. If you pray, please channel your thoughts to Nicky and a miracle. Any thoughts would be appreciated.