Watching with Daddy

Seeing a Facebook memory from 2012 & reading my comments when I shared it 4 years ago reminded me that I was thinking of Daddy last night as I watched the Texas Rangers, wondering if they could manage to win Game 3 of the World Series & take a 2-1 lead in the series. (They did!) 

The year he died, the Rangers had just lost, in heart-crushing fashion, their second consecutive World Series. The games, especially the ones leading up to the series, were often topics of discussion in those last weeks. 

In 2011, Oct. 30 became a day when sadness & celebration & bigger pictures all come together. It’s Becky’s birthday & also the day Daddy died. Somehow, that made last night’s improbable win against the Arizona Diamondbacks & so many “odds” especially gratifying. 

I know that when it comes to the World Series, individual games don’t matter much until that 4th game is won. It’s still important to enjoy each win & to be grateful when memories of precious loved ones are stirred. 

From 2019: This (a video of me singing The New 23rd (Psalm) was in my memories from seven years ago. My guess is I was thinking of my Daddy, who died about this time a year earlier (Oct. 30, 2011). I am proud to be a daughter of the Psalmist's son. Charles Baker DAVIDSON.

#everydayisagoodday

This good Sunday started with Gene home after a week away, then a worship with our Goodrich church family. After that we made a quick run to Texas, where we did more fishing than catching. My weather app said it was sunny. Hmmm. After just catching 1 hybrid (after covering up my Texas Rangers shirt, maybe because I was getting a little cold; certainly no one thought it brought bad luck into the boat!), I watched & waited for a spectacular sunset. Instead, it was beautifully subdued. The Texas Rangers win-or-go-home ALCS game was starting as we left the lake & headed to CiCi’s for pizza. 0-1. 1-1. 3-1 by time we got to Mom’s apartment, where she & Amy were watching the game. We left at 9 after a nice visit with Mom, Amy & Stormy, who loves me SO MEOWCH! Rangers shirt still covered & visor possibly lost somewhere along the way, I listened to the rest of the game on my phone. I think I screamed when Garcia hit the grand slam in the ninth! So here we go again. Game 7 is tomorrow. Nothing is predictable or guaranteed, in sports, fishing, weather forecasts or anything else. Gotta remember to just enjoy every moment. It’s easier to enjoy fishing even when I’m not catching than it is to enjoy sports when the good guys aren’t winning (& especially when they seem to be imploding). It’s so much more fun to win.

 I had decided to count this as a great day whether or not the Rangers won. And I’m going on the record as saying tomorrow is also a great day, no matter what! 

P.S. Truth be told, they still haven’t won anything. It comes down to one game! 

P.P.S. I’ll wait until tomorrow to decide: Do I wear my Rangers gear or not?!?!?  #everydayisagoodday 

Too soon to swoon

My most recent post wasn’t recent at all. It referenced baseball & the Texas Rangers’ end-of-season swoon. 

Now they are in the playoffs. They made it to the third game of the American League Championship Series without a loss, 7-0. Then they lost last night to the defending AL & World Series champs Houston Astros. Tonight the Rangers are continuing to struggle. I’m wearing my Rangers shirt & hat. I’m blogging. I’m going to try to do some productive tasks while I watch. I want to remember to enjoy this baseball team & this season, no matter how it wins. But I sure would like to see the Rangers’ bats get hot!