May 20, 2005
Fuggedaboutit
Sometimes I think I am a decent writer, and sometimes I imagine even a little more than that. But then I read something by one of the greats and I think, who am I kidding? I could work for days and never come up with a line half as good as, "the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses."
Posted by Bill Trippe at 12:38 AM | Comments (1)
May 18, 2005
Payback?
My sons and I collect baseball cards, and I happened to pull a copy of this card from a pack the other day. The irony of a Red Sox fan ending up with a baseball card autographed by Ray Knight and Mookie Wilson--the two heroes of Game 6 of the 1986 World Series--is just too much. This is not my copy currently for sale. I am hoping this one sells for a fortune, and then I will follow up by selling mine.
Posted by Bill Trippe at 10:45 PM | Comments (1)
His Parents Must be so Proud
And after this, maybe I need to rethink the idea that Austin is the "Boston of Texas."
Posted by Bill Trippe at 9:47 PM
May 14, 2005
If T. S. Eliot Had Been a Soccer Dad
He might have paused before he wrote April is the cruelest month. I say this because I am facing my fourth straight weekend of rain, three of them in May. Last weekend I wore a winter coat, gloves, and hat, watching a 7:00 PM game, under the lights, in sweeping sheets of rain. I love my boys. I love soccer. I love watching my boys play soccer. Is it too much to ask for OK weather for a game once in a while?
It dawned on me last week that both my boys are playing my former position, what I used to describe as wing fullback (more of a rugby term I understand) but which most people describe as defender or back. At 12 and 13, they already have more foot skills and more game sense than I ever had. I started playing at 17, and got by on decent speed and an instinct to hurl myself in the direction of the ball. They both have that too.
Posted by Bill Trippe at 10:38 AM
May 12, 2005
Philly
Philadelphia is so crowded next week because of the AIIM conference that some of the downtown hotels are looking for $1,000 to $3,000 a night. $3,000 a night for Philly? Did Hell freeze over while I have been out here in Utah?
Posted by Bill Trippe at 3:47 PM
May 11, 2005
How often...
... does this happen?
In keeping with my weird luck over the last year or so, I happened to take the family to the one game the Red Sox lost out of the last nine.
Posted by Bill Trippe at 7:39 PM
I Feel Better Now
Turns out even the great ones get writer's block.
Posted by Bill Trippe at 7:34 PM
May 5, 2005
Testing, testing...
I had technical problems with my blogging tool for a few days, and I have been traveling some (Connecticut again, New York again, Utah now), so have been quiet for a bit.
This is my fourth or fifth trip here since February, and I still am awed by the mountains every time I get a glimpse of them. Plus, my terrible sense of direction helps here. I never know if I am looking east, west, north, or south, so I can never remember which mountain or range I am looking at. It's all new, each time I look out a window or step outside.
Posted by Bill Trippe at 1:33 PM
