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Tuesday, May 17, 2011
Cincinnati 2011, Part 4 (Analysis of a Nap Edition)
Got up early in Cincinnati, ate a Busken donut, hit the road for Louisville, ate BBQ, toured the Louisville Slugger Factory, went the Frazier International History Museum, at Skyline Chili one last time, and hit the road for home. Jefferson fell asleep mid-sentence. "Hey Dad, jabberjabberjabberjabber..." Asleep. Here's the story of a nap.
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Cincinnati 2011, Part 3 (Looleyville No More Edition)
On the way home from Cincinnati, we stopped in Louisville. It made us sad that Jefferson no longer says "Looleyville." I mean, I'm glad his brain works and he seems to be constantly getting smarter and better at things, but where did that baby go? One thing he likes to do when he visits places he's been before is the same thing he did last time. So we went to the Louisville Slugger Factory (which Jefferson calls "the baseball bat store") and posed in the same places we'd posed 8 months ago. Except this time we made faces. Happy!
Sad!
Insane!
How often do you get to crawl around a giant meatball sub?
Mom was taking a photo of us and this crazy lady insisted on taking one of the three of us. She was with a guy who was clearly the driver of a tour bus and, for some reason, that made her seem less insane. She took FOREVER to take the photo and kept telling us to move around. After she took it, she said she was trying to get as much of the giant bat in it as possible and offered to lie down on the ground to get more of it in the shot. No thanks crazy lady. As you can see, she got as little of the giant bat as possible and seemed to think I was the focus of the photo.
He's getting the signs from the manager ...
Swing away!
Last time we kissed our bats like Teddy Ballgame. This time we called our shot like the Babe.
With all the hoopla surrounding Andre Ethier's recent 30 game hitting streak, some perspective. This bat was used by DiMaggio to get a hit in his 56th straight game. Amazing.
This trip was a masterpiece.
Stay tuned for Analysis of a Sleepy Boy...
Sad!
Insane!
How often do you get to crawl around a giant meatball sub?
Mom was taking a photo of us and this crazy lady insisted on taking one of the three of us. She was with a guy who was clearly the driver of a tour bus and, for some reason, that made her seem less insane. She took FOREVER to take the photo and kept telling us to move around. After she took it, she said she was trying to get as much of the giant bat in it as possible and offered to lie down on the ground to get more of it in the shot. No thanks crazy lady. As you can see, she got as little of the giant bat as possible and seemed to think I was the focus of the photo.
He's getting the signs from the manager ...
Swing away!
Last time we kissed our bats like Teddy Ballgame. This time we called our shot like the Babe.
With all the hoopla surrounding Andre Ethier's recent 30 game hitting streak, some perspective. This bat was used by DiMaggio to get a hit in his 56th straight game. Amazing.
This trip was a masterpiece.
Stay tuned for Analysis of a Sleepy Boy...
Sunday, May 15, 2011
Cincinnati 2011, Part 2 (Mr. Redlegs Edition)
Yesterday we confirmed that the "Cincinnati chili" we make at home is awfully close to the real thing. Today, in addition to the unfortunate consequences of chili research, we watched our beloved Cardinals play the Reds.
Before the game, we visited the Reds Hall of Fame and Museum. It is currently featuring an exhibit on Johnny Bench. Johnny Bench's playing career was nearly over by the time I was really paying attention. But I love Johnny Bench. Why? Exhibit A.
Bench could hold seven baseballs in one hand. I can hold 4. Cheating, I hold 5.
The museum was fun for boys. He was thrilled with this until we told him that catchers aren't left-handed and shattered his dreams.
Then we told him he could learn two pitches, throw to one batter, and make millions of dollars. Meet the "left-handed specialist of the future."
I didn't catch it. Not even close.
Look, Joe Morgan the ballplayer is a legitimate Hall of Famer. But Joe Morgan the broadcaster is a lazy know-it-all whose long color commentating career is an incomprehensible mystery. I hate him and I'm not the only one. Anyway...
This was my seat.
This was my Skyline Cheese Coney.
This is a Mom and a boy. That Reds hat was free. We told Jefferson that if Albert Pujols saw him wearing it he'd be disappointed and he nearly took it off.
And me and a boy. People were booing. Jefferson said: "Hey mom 'Boo!'" Mom said: "Don't do that, they're booing the Cardinals." Jefferson seemed so hurt and confused: "They're booing the Cardinals (sad face)?" Commies.
This is our view. It rained pretty much the whole game. The announced attendance was about half capacity and that seemed a little high.
We stayed for the whole game. "How" you ask? D. S.
Aroldis Chapman can throw 106 mph. The problem is that he can't throw strikes. This is his walk of shame. I've never seen a pitcher look as dejected as this.
But that was a small victory. We saw back-to-back home runs in the 2nd inning (Berkman and Molina) and then nothing until the Reds bullpen imploded in the 9th. This is the line score.
Boo my Cardinals, will ya?!
Before the game, we visited the Reds Hall of Fame and Museum. It is currently featuring an exhibit on Johnny Bench. Johnny Bench's playing career was nearly over by the time I was really paying attention. But I love Johnny Bench. Why? Exhibit A.
Bench could hold seven baseballs in one hand. I can hold 4. Cheating, I hold 5.
The museum was fun for boys. He was thrilled with this until we told him that catchers aren't left-handed and shattered his dreams.
Then we told him he could learn two pitches, throw to one batter, and make millions of dollars. Meet the "left-handed specialist of the future."
I didn't catch it. Not even close.
Look, Joe Morgan the ballplayer is a legitimate Hall of Famer. But Joe Morgan the broadcaster is a lazy know-it-all whose long color commentating career is an incomprehensible mystery. I hate him and I'm not the only one. Anyway...
This was my seat.
This was my Skyline Cheese Coney.
This is a Mom and a boy. That Reds hat was free. We told Jefferson that if Albert Pujols saw him wearing it he'd be disappointed and he nearly took it off.
And me and a boy. People were booing. Jefferson said: "Hey mom 'Boo!'" Mom said: "Don't do that, they're booing the Cardinals." Jefferson seemed so hurt and confused: "They're booing the Cardinals (sad face)?" Commies.
This is our view. It rained pretty much the whole game. The announced attendance was about half capacity and that seemed a little high.
We stayed for the whole game. "How" you ask? D. S.
Aroldis Chapman can throw 106 mph. The problem is that he can't throw strikes. This is his walk of shame. I've never seen a pitcher look as dejected as this.
But that was a small victory. We saw back-to-back home runs in the 2nd inning (Berkman and Molina) and then nothing until the Reds bullpen imploded in the 9th. This is the line score.
Boo my Cardinals, will ya?!
Saturday, May 14, 2011
Cincinnati 2011, Part 1 (Chili Research)
We occasionally make "Cincinnati-style chili" at home. But were we making it correctly? It keeps me up most nights. There was really only one way to find out. Grab your Harris Tweed hat and hit the road, MacDuff.
It's nice of him to share his entertainment with us. He's narrating Looney Tunes. He's also screaming over his headphones. Because he's simple.
Cincinnati chili research stop 1.2 (note: Stop 1.1 was yesterday. We had Skyline Chili, but it was in Louisville and I'm not sure if it counts.) ... Blue Ash Chili.
3-way. Verdict: Gorgeous and outrageously good.
Ding-dong saw us photographing our food. He wanted us to take a picture of his. And this is what happened when I told him to smile.
We drove by this bagel place and stopped immediately. Check out the sign. There was another one inside that said: "Don't steal. The government hates competition." Buddy, this was my kind of place. And the bagels were fantastic. Panera should be ashamed of itself.
Cincinnati converted its old Art Deco train station into a museum center.
It totally looks like the Hall of Justice from Superfriends!
This was in the Natural History Museum.
This was in the Children's Museum. We always like to find at least one activity from which one of us can get E. coli or flesh eating bacteria or something. Filthy spider web climbing thing? Bingo!
Cincinnati chili research stop 2: Camp Washington Chili. These were perfect. I guess if you've been doing something since 1940, you get to point at which you figure it out.
This was on the building immediately behind Camp Washington Chili.
Cincinnati has a pretty good art museum. Discriminatory, but good.
Jefferson is a good boy and we can get away with a lot. The art museum tried his patience, but there was stuff for him to see, like a sculpture of a chubby Batman (!) hanging from the ceiling. We knew we were pushing it with this. This is President Taft's childhood home. Fascinating for political science professors, excruciatingly boring for 4-year-olds. Actually, Park Ranger Murray was great with Jefferson and by the end they had a sort of rapport. Unfortunately, Jefferson was talking as much (more?) than the Park Ranger by the end of the tour.
Cardinals v. Reds tomorrow...
It's nice of him to share his entertainment with us. He's narrating Looney Tunes. He's also screaming over his headphones. Because he's simple.
Cincinnati chili research stop 1.2 (note: Stop 1.1 was yesterday. We had Skyline Chili, but it was in Louisville and I'm not sure if it counts.) ... Blue Ash Chili.
3-way. Verdict: Gorgeous and outrageously good.
Ding-dong saw us photographing our food. He wanted us to take a picture of his. And this is what happened when I told him to smile.
We drove by this bagel place and stopped immediately. Check out the sign. There was another one inside that said: "Don't steal. The government hates competition." Buddy, this was my kind of place. And the bagels were fantastic. Panera should be ashamed of itself.
Cincinnati converted its old Art Deco train station into a museum center.
It totally looks like the Hall of Justice from Superfriends!
This was in the Natural History Museum.
This was in the Children's Museum. We always like to find at least one activity from which one of us can get E. coli or flesh eating bacteria or something. Filthy spider web climbing thing? Bingo!
Cincinnati chili research stop 2: Camp Washington Chili. These were perfect. I guess if you've been doing something since 1940, you get to point at which you figure it out.
This was on the building immediately behind Camp Washington Chili.
Cincinnati has a pretty good art museum. Discriminatory, but good.
Jefferson is a good boy and we can get away with a lot. The art museum tried his patience, but there was stuff for him to see, like a sculpture of a chubby Batman (!) hanging from the ceiling. We knew we were pushing it with this. This is President Taft's childhood home. Fascinating for political science professors, excruciatingly boring for 4-year-olds. Actually, Park Ranger Murray was great with Jefferson and by the end they had a sort of rapport. Unfortunately, Jefferson was talking as much (more?) than the Park Ranger by the end of the tour.
Cardinals v. Reds tomorrow...
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