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Showing posts with label Gary Woods. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Gary Woods. Show all posts

Sunday, June 16, 2013

DaD



I’ve been blessed with wonderful parents, both of whom I deeply admire.  I wrote about my Mom on a Mother’s Day blog and now that Father’s Day has rolled around, I’d like to take a moment to tell you about my Dad.   


My dad’s name is Gary and he is a man of many talents.  He has two true loves:  my Mother and baseball.  Since he was a small child, my dad has been playing baseball and fully believes that baseball is a game that is meant to be played every day.  As a lefty, he was a star player on his little league team and went on to shine through high school ball and into college.  He played for the Missouri Tigers Baseball team in the early 1960’s when they went to the World Series every year and won several state championships.  Much to many people’s surprise, instead of accepting a recruitment offer from a minor league team, my Dad decided to finish Veterinary school; but his love of baseball remained.
 

Taking a sabbatical from baseball, Gary and his wife started a family, bought a home in St. Louis,
began a Veterinary Practice and opened a frozen custard restaurant; but baseball beckoned him.  He finally answered the call by becoming a batting practice pitcher for the St. Louis Cardinals, a position he has held for the past thirty years… a position that has enabled him to talk baseball and rub elbows with some of the most talented players to ever take the field.   He even got to meet actor Tom Selleck when he was shooting the movie, Mr. Baseball, in which a scene was shot at Busch Stadium in St. Louis.  In 2008, he was inducted into the St. Louis Baseball Hall of Fame.


My Dad has many accolades; more than one blog can cover.  Hailed as one of the best veterinary
surgeons in the state, there were countless clients sad to see my Dad retire.  A model/actor, who has filmed several commercials and feature films, i.e. Up in the Air with George Clooney.  A  Business Owner.  Veterinarian.  Pitcher.  Hunter. Coach.  Wine Enthusiast.  The list goes on and on; but those aren’t his most valuable assets. 
He’s one of the most giving people you’ll ever meet.  He’ll go out of his way to help anyone. If you were to define going the extra mile, his picture would be definition enough.  He loves deeply and puts that love into constant action, especially with his wife, his kids and his grandkids.  To them, he’s Papa (pronounced Paw-Paw) and he’s the best Papa in the world.



He’s comical, creative, smart, athletic and offers great advice.  In the face of something troubling, he’ll tell you not to worry because “you’ll get your ticket when you get to the station.”  And he’s right.  In the hour of despair he’ll remind you not to “sweat the small stuff, and that it’s all small stuff.”   And when you think you won’t recover from an embarrassing moment, he’s there to put it all in perspective with the words, “millions of Chinese don’t know and don’t give a damn.”

If I’ve learned anything from my Dad, and I’ve learned a lot…it would be that family matters, blood is thicker than water, and God isn’t always found in a church building; but rather in the one-on-one walks with Him through the woods, the fields and on the mountain tops.   

 
 
The bottom line is, my Dad rocks and I'm blessed to have him in my life.  Happy Father's Day, Dad.  I love you.  ~


 

Tuesday, April 9, 2013

My Bloomin' Arse


Every year my son’s baseball team has a pre-season, Mothers versus Sons baseball game.  The moms have won the past two years.  This year…though we won, I lost…that is, I lost a piece of my dignity.

I grew up playing fast-pitch softball so I am no stranger to swinging a bat.  In fact, batting is one of my favorite sports-type activities to do.  It feels good to nail the ball and watch it soar into the outfield.  It makes me feel powerful and it's a great stress-reliever, ridding the body of any pent-up tension.  My dad, Gary Woods, was a star baseball player at Mizzou, was recruited by the New York Yankees, and has pitched batting practice for the St. Louis Cardinals for the past thirty years.  He has taught me well.  Suffice to say, baseball is in our blood.

 
 
I may like my stilettos and make-up, but on the field I’m no girly-girl.  I can man-up at the plate.  I can run the bases and play first base or any of the outfield positions.  In other words, I’m not a wimp when it comes to playing the sport.  So, what happened on Saturday…

The problem was I was rushed and I didn’t stretch out.  Saturday morning I took my daughter to rehearsal, then ran to pick up my husband’s prescriptions, went to the grocery store, rushed home to unload the groceries, got in a twenty-five minute quick workout, showered, got dressed, did my hair and make-up, rushed out the door to pick my daughter up from rehearsal and get her to piano lessons, and then rushed from piano lessons to the Mother-Son baseball game.  As I pulled up to the field, the game was just getting ready to start.  All of the moms were warming up their arms as I leapt from my Suburban, kicking off my heels and pulling off my skirt while in motion.  I slipped on shorts over my leggings and removed my blouse so to be able to play in my tank top.  Off came the jewelry, on came the socks and tennis shoes and I pulled my hair into a pony tail.  I was ready…or so I thought.

I took to the plate without even a practice swing.  As the ball came toward me, I nailed it!  A fly ball straight over the left-fielders head, scoring two runs.  That’s the good news.  The bad news was when I took off to run, I pulled the muscle that leads from my left upper thigh into my butt.  I hobbled to first base and when the ball was over-thrown, I hobbled to second; at which time I called time out and brought in a pinch runner.  I was in excruciating pain and knew there was no way I could make it to the third if the next batter hit the ball.

How do you humiliate yourself in front of your son’s baseball team?  Hurt your butt and have to spend the rest of the game lying on the grass with an ice pack on your ass! 

So, the moms won …but I lost some dignity in the process. Aw, the thrill of victory and the agony of my bloomin’ arse!  ~