Trooper York: A new rose for the Garden

Thursday, April 12, 2012

A new rose for the Garden

A beautiful new rose has been added to the Garden.

Congratulations dude. You know what I mean.

Warmest Best Wishes!

29 comments:

The Dude said...: It's about time Meade was invited here.

Wait, that's not what you meant?; April 12, 2012 at 11:57 AM
ndspinelli said...: Pete Rose, Jalen Rose, I hope not!; April 12, 2012 at 12:34 PM
Trooper York said...: Hah, you are a funny guy Sixty.

Just remember. I am the real Ethan Edwards. Not the one in the last three minutes of the movie. Just sayn'; April 12, 2012 at 12:37 PM
The Dude said...: Wait, you shoot the eyes out of dead Comanch so that they have to wander between the winds? Dude, that totally rocks!; April 12, 2012 at 12:47 PM
Trooper York said...: If only I could act like Ethan my life would be so much easier.

That will be the day.; April 12, 2012 at 12:55 PM
Trooper York said...: You see we go through life hoping to be the Duke but acting like Hank Worden.; April 12, 2012 at 12:56 PM
ndspinelli said...: Or..acting like Joba Chamberlain. I can always tell when I hit a nerve because you don't respond to it. Smart, cowardly, or maybe a hybrid?; April 12, 2012 at 1:21 PM
ndspinelli said...: I just saw the left side of the Yankee infield on the cover of AARP magazine.; April 12, 2012 at 1:30 PM
Trooper York said...: Dude, you didn't hit a nerve. Joba got hurt playing with his kids. He didn't break his ankle bending over for Hugo and Fidel like your buddy Ozzie.

The Yankees won three in a row and will win the World Championship. You heard it here first.

By the way. Have I told you lately that the Giants won the Super Bowl?

You didn't believe me then either.; April 12, 2012 at 1:51 PM
chickelit said...: This post is opaque. It is not an example of the shining beacon of lucidity and the clear-minded take on the world that brings me back again and again.

Either that or I didn't get the memo when I was out.; April 12, 2012 at 2:05 PM
Michael Haz said...: I thought you wrote "shining bacon of lucidity" and it somehow made sense for a moment.; April 12, 2012 at 2:26 PM
Trooper York said...: I was just congraluting one of our fellow commenter who had a baby over the Easter Holiday. If he wants to announce it he can but we can just offer our best wishes. Or at least I can.

He is one of the many who is a member of the blog but doesn't comment much and emails me.

Plus you know I like to be obscure.; April 12, 2012 at 2:36 PM
blake said...: Well, welcome to the new mini-commenter! Er, mini-lurker?

Whatevs.; April 12, 2012 at 2:42 PM
Titus said...: I was shy to announce it but I will go ahead and let all of you know it was me.

I gave birth to a beautiful 10 pound baby clumber.

I named him Wilber.

Thank you so much and no need for congrats.

tits.; April 12, 2012 at 2:59 PM
chickelit said...: Titus said...I gave birth to a beautiful 10 pound baby clumber.

I named him Wilber.

"Some Hog"; April 12, 2012 at 3:22 PM
The Dude said...: Some loaf.; April 12, 2012 at 3:29 PM
ndspinelli said...: You can and should play w/ your kids..that's a good thing. Play catch, play pepper, go swimming, go to an arcade, an amusement park, shoot hoops, play scrabble..oh wait, you have to know how to spell..forget scrabble. Jumping on a trampoline is an insult to your team, it's saying "fuck you" to your teammates who need you healthy. I think you're even bright enough to understand this basic concept.Now, pass me a bottle of bourbon and cook me up some meth, bitch!; April 12, 2012 at 3:32 PM
Trooper York said...: Look dude, these guys think they are invincible. Aaron Boone ripped his tendon playing basketball. I remember another guy that got hurt when he tripped over his dog. Sometimes shit happens. He seems to be a bad luck guy. The Yankees have moved on from him. He won't even be with the team next year. You have to give it up dude. Just keep rooting for your Fidel Loving Hugo Licking Good little White Hispanic truth tellar. Yeah that's the ticket.; April 12, 2012 at 4:26 PM
ndspinelli said...: When Jim Lonborg blew out his knee skiing during the offseason the basic agreement since then has had a "no skiing" clause. I don't think the owners will push for a no trampoline clause since that hillbilly Joba is the only one stupid enough to do it..err "unlucky" I mean. Now I'm done. At least for now.; April 12, 2012 at 5:10 PM
Anonymous said...: Well congratulations mini lurker!; April 12, 2012 at 5:34 PM
TTBurnett said...: ndspinelli's right. You should play with your kids. You should have seen me trying to throw strikes to my 12-year-old. The woods behind our yard and the neighbors' yards are all littered with 5-year-old baseballs buried in the bushes from the bombs he hit off of ol' dad.

He's moved on. He took up swimming, made the varsity swim team and got a lifeguard job at the "Y." Now he's running with his HS track team. He's a middle-distance runner, 400 and 800, sometimes the mile. He even blogs about it. We're long past playing in the back yard. Cherish those years while you have them, even if, like me, you're a klutz.

About new life: The Assistant Organist's wife at St Paul's/Boston Archdiocesan Choir School in Cambridge (where I teach part-time) had a healthy boy (8+ lbs.) on Good Friday. Fr. Drea announced it to the packed church on Easter. Nice vibes all around, and fun to see the frazzled but proud dad waving from the organ console to great applause. AND he still managed to play for all the Triduum services, including the 4-1/2 hour Easter Vigil, which nearly killed the rest of us.; April 12, 2012 at 5:47 PM
ndspinelli said...: Tim, I coached baseball for 30 years, t-ball to American Legion. I learned a good tip from George Hendricks about teaching kids how to avoid a pitch @ them. Have batting practice w/ tennis balls. Keep it regular bp so the kid doesn't know it's really about avoiding fastballs right @ them. Every once in awhile throw a pitch right @ their head. The rule is "kiss the catcher"[Titus would love this drill]. When a ball is coming right @ you, don't move your feet. Just turn your head and torso and bend toward the catcher, like you want to kiss him. That way your butt takes the pitch or it misses you completely. So, for Titus, he gets to kiss the catcher or take it in the butt. A win/win for our gay amigo!; April 12, 2012 at 6:30 PM
TTBurnett said...: nd: Good for you! I was a catcher in HS, but was really no good in the field, and remain the World's Worst Pitcher. I had a pretty good throw to 1st base, but that's about it.

Anyway, we did the tennis ball thing. There are fewer rotting tennis balls in the back 40, because No. 1 son couldn't hit them as far as the genuine articles. And they were fluorescent yellow and easy to pick out of the rhododendrons.

I tried to do what you recommend, but I think the problem was that we didn't do it consistently enough. I was working too much in those days (I still have to, dammit), and was often home late. But you're right: Tennis balls are a very good way to learn to see the ball, not to flinch, and stick your butt out (I'm thinking Don Baylor) to avoid getting beaned, and maybe on base, if you don't mind a little whack on your backside now and then.; April 12, 2012 at 7:07 PM
TTBurnett said...: And, please, no Titus jokes about that last remark.; April 12, 2012 at 7:08 PM
ndspinelli said...: Tim, you're a good father. And, no Titus double entendre as you requested.; April 12, 2012 at 7:51 PM
The Dude said...: My son had a daughter the other day. I haven't really talked about that here. Haven't met the child yet, either. I figure it could be 20 years or more before she has anything interesting to say. Not sayin' I'll wait that long to meet her, just sayin' there is no rush.; April 12, 2012 at 9:44 PM
TTBurnett said...: Thanks, nd. But you always feel inadequate as a father: "I'm not spending enough time with my kids." "I wish I wasn't married to my job." "I'm terrible at **name that sport**. How can I be a role model?" Etc., etc., etc.

I've seen enough rotten kids born to decent, nice, caring people, and enough great kids to what seem to be lousy parents, to try not to worry too much. Every little thing won't warp their souls. I think what counts is the overall happy atmosphere and sense of decency in home life that you try to create. Not to diminish parental responsibility in any way, I think you're just blessed or cursed, to one extent or another, with the kids the Good Lord gives you. We have been very lucky that way, and literally thank God every day for our kids and how they have turned out (so far).

I really want to brag in detail about them, but I think I'll not tempt fate, and just stick to these bland, but I think accurate and encouraging generalities.; April 12, 2012 at 9:59 PM
windbag said...: When people ask about how the kids are doing, my standard response is: "We had them last week; they're leaving next week; I'm just trying to enjoy them this week."; April 12, 2012 at 11:57 PM
windbag said...: I've seen enough rotten kids born to decent, nice, caring people, and enough great kids to what seem to be lousy parents, to try not to worry too much.

I noticed something similar when I taught school. You couldn't make a kid learn who didn't want to learn, and you couldn't keep a kid from learning who wanted to learn.

People are who they are. Others can help or hinder their progress toward that end.; April 13, 2012 at 12:02 AM

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