Post by markcameron on Aug 4, 2009 22:02:18 GMT -5
Hello Team Cameron,
Entertainment, it's the easiest way to describe what the Team Cameron Cannonballer's are doing. I'm going to have to go through my web site to find out how many games in a row we have actually won. This season we're looking at 2-0 and in the two previous seasons we were undefeated but I think we had a couple of wins late last year.
The team is looking well oiled and they're playing smarts-up kickball. Defensively they're fielded the ball better and getting it to the right base. Offensively they still kick the ball too high in the air oftentimes getting to base on errors but some of them have figured out how to keep the ball close to the ground and uncatchable.
It never fails that at some time during the game someone makes a play that seems laughable. Whether that is a striking out, fouling out, overrunning your base or just dropping a fly ball. This week we had the opportunity to witness a quick thinking Breck as he ran from first to second base the shortstop tagged the base for an easy forced out. At that point the shortstop attempted to throw the ball over Breck's head to get a second out on first base.
As Breck slowed down he stuck both hands in the air and batted the ball down preventing an easy out at first base. The opposing team stared in disbelief at the umpire as she blew her whistle. The umpire scratched her head as she called Breck out but admitted that she didn't have a ruling for batting the ball down. Everyone got a good laugh as she looked at Breck and told him to never do that again.
I had my first major accident in my chair this week. Leaving kickball, driving through the parking lot toward my van I hit a bump in the pavement and lost the straw I use to navigate my chair. As I continued in a straight line, unable to turn, I called to the people walking with me asking for their help.
Like a runaway freight train I came to a stop on the bumper of a Chevy Silverado with a couple of friends trying to stop me. I'm sure a lesser man would have been brought to tears at the impact of their shins against the steel bumper but I didn't even flinch. I will admit I was lucky that I didn't hurt myself but looking back I'm sure it was quite a spectacle.
I'm glad I hit the bumper and not the quarter panel because I really would have hated explaining the claim to my insurance company. My friend accused me of doing it on purpose because I've always driven Fords.
After leaving the parking lot we had planned to go fishing at a friends house about 30 miles west of Olathe. On Friday, Saturday and again on Sunday I reminded myself and my drivers that I needed to stop off and fill up the tank with some gas. Halfway to our fishing hole we were reminded just one more time how little gas we really had.
Coasting to a stop and into the driveway of an abandoned house we laughed at how this looked like the beginning of a scary movie. We were relieved to see our Verizon cell phone signals were clear and the guy in a hockey mask was imaginary. I'll have to admit it's not the first time I've run out of gas but it's been a while.
Running out of gas is really a direct correlation to my ability of procrastination. I've been telling myself and my drivers that we have enough gas for another day only because I hate sitting in the van waiting to fill up. Although the company was pleasant, the memory of sitting and waiting for our fuel savior and missing an hours worth of fishing will remind me to fill up at a quarter of a tank.
Like so many lessons in life, don't put off until tomorrow the important things that you could do today to keep you rolling.
Take care, Mark
Entertainment, it's the easiest way to describe what the Team Cameron Cannonballer's are doing. I'm going to have to go through my web site to find out how many games in a row we have actually won. This season we're looking at 2-0 and in the two previous seasons we were undefeated but I think we had a couple of wins late last year.
The team is looking well oiled and they're playing smarts-up kickball. Defensively they're fielded the ball better and getting it to the right base. Offensively they still kick the ball too high in the air oftentimes getting to base on errors but some of them have figured out how to keep the ball close to the ground and uncatchable.
It never fails that at some time during the game someone makes a play that seems laughable. Whether that is a striking out, fouling out, overrunning your base or just dropping a fly ball. This week we had the opportunity to witness a quick thinking Breck as he ran from first to second base the shortstop tagged the base for an easy forced out. At that point the shortstop attempted to throw the ball over Breck's head to get a second out on first base.
As Breck slowed down he stuck both hands in the air and batted the ball down preventing an easy out at first base. The opposing team stared in disbelief at the umpire as she blew her whistle. The umpire scratched her head as she called Breck out but admitted that she didn't have a ruling for batting the ball down. Everyone got a good laugh as she looked at Breck and told him to never do that again.
I had my first major accident in my chair this week. Leaving kickball, driving through the parking lot toward my van I hit a bump in the pavement and lost the straw I use to navigate my chair. As I continued in a straight line, unable to turn, I called to the people walking with me asking for their help.
Like a runaway freight train I came to a stop on the bumper of a Chevy Silverado with a couple of friends trying to stop me. I'm sure a lesser man would have been brought to tears at the impact of their shins against the steel bumper but I didn't even flinch. I will admit I was lucky that I didn't hurt myself but looking back I'm sure it was quite a spectacle.
I'm glad I hit the bumper and not the quarter panel because I really would have hated explaining the claim to my insurance company. My friend accused me of doing it on purpose because I've always driven Fords.
After leaving the parking lot we had planned to go fishing at a friends house about 30 miles west of Olathe. On Friday, Saturday and again on Sunday I reminded myself and my drivers that I needed to stop off and fill up the tank with some gas. Halfway to our fishing hole we were reminded just one more time how little gas we really had.
Coasting to a stop and into the driveway of an abandoned house we laughed at how this looked like the beginning of a scary movie. We were relieved to see our Verizon cell phone signals were clear and the guy in a hockey mask was imaginary. I'll have to admit it's not the first time I've run out of gas but it's been a while.
Running out of gas is really a direct correlation to my ability of procrastination. I've been telling myself and my drivers that we have enough gas for another day only because I hate sitting in the van waiting to fill up. Although the company was pleasant, the memory of sitting and waiting for our fuel savior and missing an hours worth of fishing will remind me to fill up at a quarter of a tank.
Like so many lessons in life, don't put off until tomorrow the important things that you could do today to keep you rolling.
Take care, Mark