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.

It got rained out.
It was rescheduled for the following weekend.
It got rained out.
It was rescheduled.
It got rained out.
Of the 45 games on our schedule that spring, we ended up playing about 24.
I led the state in hitting with a .590 batting average, I was 31-31 in stolen base attempts, the Tulsa World selected me 1st team All City, and 2nd team All State, saying I had the “fastest hands in Tulsa”.
Nobody recruited me, nobody drafted me.
I am the Rain King.
What does that story mean? I don’t know. But as I sit here in Playa del Carmen writing this to the sound of pool furniture being blown across the concrete 2 floors below me, and ceramic shingles being pulled from the roof above me, I can’t help but wonder.
March 13, 2009, we drove to Houston to stay with my friend Dino the day before we were to leave on a cruise to the Bahamas.
While we were in Houston, Dino thanked us for coming, because it hadn’t rained in Houston in nearly 2 months.  It poured the entire time we were there.
March 15, 2009, our ship leaves the Galveston harbor, in the pouring rain.

Rain in Freeport, Bahamas

March 18, 2009, excursion in Freeport, Bahamas. On the schedule, beach party.  It poured, and poured, and poured. The locals said, “I don’t remember the last time it rained this hard, or this long.”

March 19, 2009, Nassau, Bahamas,  Atlantis, swimming with the dolphins. All you need to know is a quote from one of the trainers.  “Sorry, the dolphins aren’t sure how to react in this rain.” Then, calling to another one of the trainers he asks, “Hey, when is the last time it rained?”   They never came up with an answer.
I am the Rain King.
Granted, I’m from Oklahoma, weather is no surprise to me.  In the last 8 months we’ve had 20 inches of snow, ice storms, tornadoes, flash flooding and an apocalyptic hail storm we still can’t comprehend.
Does this Rain King status limit itself to just weather?
You tell me.
I started going to Oklahoma/Texas football games in 1990. I have seen 8 games live and in person at the State Fair of Texas.  OU is 1-7 in those games. In fact, in Bob Stoops first year at OU, we went to the game in Dallas, and OU jumped out to a 17-0 early lead, but managed to lose. I told my dad that day, don’t ever give me tickets again, this is not worth it.
He called me the next year, asked me if I wanted to go, I told him no, every time I go, they lose.
The result?  OU 63 Texas 14. He called me at halftime when it was 49-0, and told me I was never invited again.
OU won in 2001.
And 2002.
And 2003.
And 2004.
They finally lost in 2005 to Vince Young’s national championship team.
So thinking that broke the string, I went to the 2006 game.
OU lost.
They won in 2007, but I wasn’t there.
I was there in 2008, OU lost.
It’s getting so bad, I’ve considered putting my game attendance on Ebay. OU fans can pay me to stay home, or Texas fans can pay me to go.
So, have I lived the unluckiest life?  Nope. All of this is selective coincidences I’m sure. Or maybe, on June 3, 1995, when I married the love of my life, I cashed in all my chips. I got all the good fortune there, that I would ever need.
So I leave you with these words from one of the greatest poets and lyricists of our time Adam Duritz of the Counting Crows.
I belong in the service of the Queen I belong anywhere but in between
She’s been crying I’ve been thinking And I am the Rain King

5 thoughts on “I am the Rain King

  1. Daniele Bushong

    It’s your anniversary trip…you don’t need to leave the room! 😉
    And it might be your best blog yet…so you have that going for you!

  2. rebecca

    impressive numbers, any way you look at them. nice that you always seem to find the positive in the end! & when looking at the atlantis pics originally on fb, with your smiles, we would’ve never known rain was trying to damper the fun.
    enjoyed the wet write mr. rain king! 🙂

  3. jody

    i love the vcs baseball simply because chip is back and center. i am pretty sure i can locate the satin carolina blue jacket too. i agree, this is one of my favortie blogs…keep them coming!

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