And Another One (Finger) Bites the Dust.

Thursday night. Double-header softball game. Let me start there.

Game #1 was amazing. I hit an inside the park homerun and got to show off my wheels. We won and played pretty well.

Game #2 was equally amazing. We scored 24 runs as a team and won both games. Here is the only negatuve thing that happened. I may have messed up my right hand a lot more!

Let me give you a vision into what that looks like. I already have a broken, mangled pinky that needs surgery. What else could make that hand look worse? A dislocated thumb!!! And thats what I got.

I was playing first base, left handed batter hits a ground ball pretty well down the first base line. I make a SportsCenter worthy play, moving to my left and after the stop, I get to the bag before the runner and I swore I heard it....duh nuh nuh, duh nuh nuh (SC Theme).

What happened as a result is that my entire body weight (way too much) all came down on my glove hand thumb! It dislocated and is now bruised and swollen! I may need to look into a hand modeling career.

Why Am I Excited About October?

Forget my long blogs and somewhat pedantic attempts at writing perfection. I am just going to create a list!

1. My broken pinky is getting fixed
2. I am going on a trip
3. I get to wear sweaters
4. Cool(er) weather
5. I have a girlfriend
6. My girlfriend is Hot (gorgeous)!
7. Halloween and its shennanigans
8. Beef Stew
9. Beef Stew Omelets
10. Hot Chocalate
11. Gasoline Fights

If Those things don't get you excited, you are not human...Well maybe you're human, but you're French!

The Foolish Condition That is My Heart...

I am stretched and confounded by my schedule. I spend four days at work, two days at school, and one day trying to recover. There has got to be something more than this!

I find myself in a constant battle for quiet. Struggling to make it to the pillow. But when I get there, I can't stop! My mind aimlessly wanders through random thoughts, music and lines. Where is the still?

I want to be able to know beyond a shadow of a doubt that I can trust! I hate having these thoughts and killing myself over what probably isn't true!

Kenny G...He Stayed at My House!

Two words...

4 Syllables...

One Great Weekend!!!

Of course, you know of what I speak. HURRICANE IKE. It single-handedly invaded the coast of Texas and forced a mass evacuation. Among the evacuees, were members of my family who live in the Houston area. I received a call on Friday morning and was notified that my parents and little brother (3); Sister, Husband and Children (4); Oldest Brother, Wife and Children (5), were coming to my neck of the woods. I was excited about it, a little scared and even a smidge adventerous. But first lets do the math....3+4+5+my existing household=14 Humans (and as I would find out not much later, 3 Dogs).

Now, I live in a nice yet small duplex. The entirety of my family did not sleep at my house, but a brunt of the time was spent there (as well as Chuck E. Cheese). Where it gets complicated is in the fact that we are ascendants of giants. There is nothing small about our stature, our hearts or our appetites. So, now that you have this picture in your head, let me fill in the gray areas with colorful commentary.

1. Dogs

*Vagus (My roomies lab)

*Max (My parents lab)

*KENNY (G) Cocker (My Oldest brothers dog)

-This made for a fun time. My parents dog is part Clydesdale and my roommates dog perpetually smells like a dissected pig in biology lab, and then there is Kenny. I could write an epic novel about this noble warrior of a dog, but to sum it up, I will use the phrase "afro-crazed, blind, sometimes deaf, slow, yet loving"

Here is the mark made on me by Kenny.

1. He gets pissed at his food while he eats. I may need to try that sometime

2. He does three things, in this order.

• Sleeps
• Eats
• Craps

3. He did all three of those....IN MY LIVING ROOM FLOOR! 

Thanks family for an exciting, fun-filled weekend...but especially thanks to Kenny for making his mark on my life...and carpet!!!

  

What Grinds My Gears?

I was at my humble abode last night and I was enjoying a great evening of relaxation. The TV was but the conductor to the symphony of silence that was present in my semi-shifting consciousness, and then it happened!

I was drifting in and out of sleep, when the roar of the crowd or the SportsCenter theme would resound, I would rouse from my sleep for a minute or two and then drift slowly back to that glorious weight of my eyelids closing. But then I did what I hate doing! I fell asleep in front of the TV.

This is normally a welcomed environment when taking naps, but when my entire nights sleep is spent on the recliner, I get mad. As I do so often, let me give you a bulleted list of what went down.

-I fell asleep and although uncomfortable, I was content with my feet propped up.
-After a few hours of not waking from this chair, my body paniced!!!
-The clock read, 4:58am
-I went to my bed, and could not fall asleep again.
-I was robbed of an entire night of sleep because my body clock is now that of someone on the other side of the world! (too bad the olympics aren't on still)

Dear Me,
Lets not do that again. We know how much your mind hates your body at this moment and we should avoid further conflict.

I may have a broken pinky....

The well-kempt grass. The smell of the summer night air, the sounds of metal bats and baseball gloves popping. Am I at a Ranger's game? NO!!!!

Tomorrow it starts. Another season of softball! I am so pumped for this season. I went out and got myself a new glove, I have been hitting in the batting cages and working on my fielding with Kyle (I love you!). All of my efforts are being to put into motion so that tomorrow night at 9pm, the world (of mansfield softball at big league dreams) will fear the name Joshua Nix (even my own teammates...if they know whats good for them).

Here is how I picture tomorrows game going.

-I go 4-4 at the plate, and hit for the cycle...but not the normal cycle, the homerun cycle (solo, 2-run, 3-run, and grand-slam). I am good for it, I just need to have runners on base, come on guys!
-I make Ozzie Smith look like a hobo in the field.
-I do all of this with a broken pinky. Now re-read the first two and be more impressed!

SOFTBALL IS HERE!!!
Catch the fever (Pun intended)