I am the Rain King

Mama, Mama, Mama, why am I so alone?
I can’t go outside
I’m scared I might not make it home
I’m alive but I’m sinking in
If there’s anyone at home at your place
Why don’t you invite me in
Don’t try to bleed me
I’ve been there before and I deserve a little more

Side note about this sign. We’re in Mexico, yet, the word, “Cuidado” is nowhere on this sign, but it’s on every wet floor sign in America.

It all started back in the spring of 1990. I was a budding baseball prodigy, about to enter my senior season on the diamond.

We had 45 games scheduled that spring, that should be plenty to show my wares as a shortstop worth recruiting, or even worth drafting.
Admittedly, I didn’t know how the recruiting game worked. I assumed if you were good, and you were out there they’d find you. That’s probably the case now, but back then, you probably needed a little self promotion, and I did none.  However, we were having a tournament, and I knew that several college and pro scouts were lined up to be there. Continue reading

Storytime 4.0 “The time the girl said I Do”

Once upon a time, there was a girl. A Beautiful Girl.
I met her on campus, at Oral Roberts University. I didn’t know from the moment I laid eyes on her that she would be “the one”, but I did know that I’d like to give her that chance some day.
It didn’t catch fire automatically. In fact, the first time I talked with her, it was on a date. A date she was having with somebody else.  A date that was arranged, by me.
That summer, I saw her at a Counting Crows concert, we talked, I was hooked.

Amy and friends prior to Counting Crows concert.