I can talk about the Cubs falling to the Reds 7-4 yesterday. I can mention that “No Action” Jackson still hasn’t collected his first win this year after signing that huge contract, and I can mention that after a wild fifth inning, the Cubs didn’t capitalize on it.
“I had a different mind frame today,” said Jackson, who made a few mechanical adjustments after his last outing, a loss to the Padres. “I felt I could go out and throw strikes and challenge the hitters, and we did that for the most part. They came out in the fourth inning and strung together a few timely hits where there were balls down the line or finding holes in the infield, and they were able to get people on base and score.”
Nope. I’m going to talk about our son Darcy. We had fun yesterday.
Darcy is two and a half. We try our best to express to him that hard work and duty are important factors in life. So I let him vacuum. He loved it.
I asked him what he wanted for lunch and he said, “Peanut butter sannnnndwchs” Notice the bad spelling because that’s just how he sounds. So, we toasted our milk and peanut butter sandwich’s,”Cheers, Daddy!” It was our throwback Sunday.
We went to the park. He biked, I pushed. He marvelled at a cat out for a prowl,”Shhh, Daddy he’s scary. Roar!”
We went down the slide and on the monkey bars and up a climbing pole, (which he gave me a hand) I have no shame taking a helping hand from a two year old.
When we got home, I gave him a drink of water and we crashed on the couch and the little guy, bless his heart, turned to me and said, “I want to watch baseball Daddy, I want to watch Cubbies”
And that’s exactly what we did.
“That’s Starlin Cawwwwwstro, Daddy”
“No, it’s not. That’s Edwin Jackson and he’s pitching”
“No Daddy, It’s Starlin Cawwwwstro.”
So Starlin, send your next homer out to Darcy because he loves you. Edwin, get your first win so I can show Darcy that you really are a pitcher.