Sunday, January 9, 2011
Southern Sunday - Baseball & Westerns
Growing up 2 things were very important to watch on the picture box - old westerns and baseball. Now frankly, I don't give a rat's ass about either despite my attempts to appreciate them. (I suppose saying I don't care about a rat's ass is pretty hateful considering I'm an animal lover and all. However, if I were to pick an animal's ass that I really wasn't too concerned about I guess I would pick a rat's. I don't like the idea that their asses are blown up testing microwaves and that we inject them with silicone to make sure our boob implants are safe but... Seriously, I care about my Pekingese' asses and a cat and even an actual mule are better than a rat's. Fiddlesticks...I'm off on a tangent.)
Back to the topic...westerns and ballgames. Growing up Sunday mornings were spent watching westerns before Church. The afternoons were spent watching baseball. I swear I think the dang Braves played even on Christmas day. Sure seems like they were always playing a game somewhere. I think I was born doing that tomahawk chop thingy with my arm.
Even though neither are a favorite of mine I can't help but miss hearing a game or watching a Western on TBS on Sundays. I miss being a kid, hearing my family snore to one or the other and curling up wishing that my Daddy would read the comics again to me.
Cheers to a Southern Sunday tradition - enjoying a lazy Sunday with family.
Best wishes and high hopes to everyone,
Jennie and the Purty Pekes