Whenever 8-year-old Alexandra and Leah-Bo and I take a golf cart ride out the the country club swimming pool, even after a 3- or 4-hour stay in the pool, Leah-Bo always insists on running home.
The golf course's fairways make a nice stretch for little bare feet to tread, so I always let her run behind the golf cart as Alexandra and I just sit there and move along.
Whenever she wants to, Leah-Bo can turn on the speed and outrun the golf cart, and keep up the speed for quite a while. Only after an extended sprint of several hundred yards does she slow down to catch her breath.
And she's fast.
She also happens to be quite mean for a little bitty 40-pounder, and has about 1 percent body fat ... hard as a rock.
A soccer player she'll make.
Her mother Facebooked (is that a word?) that she scored a goal in her first game, but I don't give that a whole lot of stock because the way I understand it, in the league Leah-Bo plays in, they don't use goalkeepers.
Seems to me she should have scored 100 goals or so, but then I'm yet to witness a game. There might be some sort of fancy defense involved that's over my non-soccer oriented brain.
But back to the point.
The Missouri Tigers, fresh off a second-half drubbing from a fairly average Georgia team in their first-ever SEC game, are playing at home for the second week in a row against Arizona State, and My Dear Sweet Sainted Wife says there are no hotel rooms available in town ... except at one Travelodge with a single "A" rating, which ain't so good.
Going to some website that offers statements by people about hotels/motels all over the world, My Dear Sweet Sainted Wife reported comments such as, "Don't go there even if you have to sleep in the park," and "The water's yellow, the sheets are yellow ..." ... you get the point.
We could stay at the granddaughters' house, but they prefer access to a hotel pool for most of their visiting time, so we usually try to find a place of our own to operate out of for a day or two.
But as for this weekend, it doesn't look good.
And that means I might have to play more golf, which isn't good either.
One of these days pretty soon I'm going to hurt somebody.
Speaking of hurting somebody, I really have reservations about the upcoming game between Arkansas and Alabama Saturday. The Hogs have looked generally lost in space so far this year, beating one weak opponent before losing to the next one ... and losing their quarterback in the process.
It seems a whole lot of the football sense left Fayetteville with Bobby Petrino, even if he was a little slippery with his girlfriends and hiring practices and such. Whoever that guy Smith is they hired to come in behind Petrino, seems a little slippery with his finances as well.
All this slipperiness doesn't bode well for football, and what was once a very promising season is taking on overtures of total and complete disaster.
I guess we'll see what comes of it all soon enough.
My poor old Cardinals can't hit a lick, pitch a lick or field a lick, and that adds up to not winning a lick. It won't take much more before they're looking up at Philadelphia and Milwaukee for the last Wild Card spot, not to mention LA and Pittsburgh, who are playing just as lousy as the Cardinals.
But as we all saw last year -- don't count 'em out.
How you feeling, Chris Carpenter?
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