Seems as though I forgot I had a website. Sorry. Not much to talk about lately. There will be a lot once the campaigns get into full swing. I could write about the time Dubya fell off the "Segway" scooter, or the time he fell outside the White House. Both of those have been since he banged his head on Marine One. So much to say, so little desire to do it. I don't get angry about these political things without all the American University classes egging me on.

I should start telling stories about Amber the dog, and umpiring little league. I'll share some umpiring stories.

_Monday Night_
(I get hit on the top of the head with a foul-tip. My fault for ducking.)
Coach who had been a jerk all night: "Hey blue, sounded kinda hollow. Heehee HahHah."
Me: "THAT'S YOUR WARNING..." (As I stagger around for a good 20 seconds rubbing my head.)

_Tuesday Night_
Me: "Ball 3! My time!" (I wipe off the plate since ball 3 was in the dirt in front of the plate.)
Coach: "Time! Timeout!" (He runs over towards me from the coach's box at third base.) "Umpire to umpire... you should really wait to call timeout on ball 4 until the batter reaches first."
Me: "Umpire to coach, that was ball 3 and your batter is still here like he should be. Why are you here? Stay in your box." (The coach runs back to his box.)

_Thursday Night_
(I was the base umpire.)
Me: "Hey first base... where's your hat? Kinda hard to see isn't it?"
Frist Baseman: "I dropped it in the urinal."
Me: "HAH! I guess I won't make you wear it like I should, then, huh?"
First Baseman: "Yeah. Thanks. Sure is hard to see over here."
Me: "Didn't I just tell you that?"
First Baseman: "I dunno."