We had a nice quiet, restful weekend. We watched a lot of sports, took naps, and recovered from our vacation. Saturday we watched World Cup Soccer – Americans vs. Italians. I could watch soccer all day long. Unfortunately, the local weatherman, Chicken Little, kept breaking in with thunderstorm warnings – like people in OK don’t know what to do with a little rain. I realize it has been a while since we had thunderstorms, but jeez, it was just rain and wind – not a tornado. Chicken Little had to show the map and radar of the storms and track them slowly as if we did not know what county we lived in. It was enough to make a preacher cuss. The good news is that we found the soccer game on a cable station with Japanese announcers. Soccer is soccer no matter the language. It reminded me of watching Italian TV when we were in Italy. They watch a lot of old movies and sitcoms. If you have never seen Little Joe on Bonanza speak Italian, then you have missed something in life. Anyway, we got a kick out of watching soccer with Japanese commentators. Jesse even stayed home to watch the game. My son was not so fortunate. He chose to watch the game at his brother-in-law’ house on a big screen TV, but no cable. He was very frustrated watching the game and the weather reports. He totally missed some of the red cards being given out. Suddenly the Americans were playing with nine players. I guess when you live in OK, weathermen think they are more important than soccer. Now if it had been a football game…someone would have been fired!
I wanted to watch hockey one night so that I could tell Buck I had been watching, but Toby wanted to watch college baseball – it is the World Series you know. I like baseball pretty well, and did not raise a fuss. Sunday night, when Toby wanted to watch basketball, I tried to be good. Being Father’s Day, I hated to complain, but I find basketball boring. I worked a few crossword puzzles and read my Stephen Coonts novel. My computer had modem problems or I would have been on it. Toby fixed my computer (yeah Toby!) so that I could blog this morning. It really was a quiet weekend.