Enough About That

The polls have closed. The votes are in. The name of my Bible study group has been decided. Enough about that for the moment.

Is Barry Bonds hanging it up? I seriously doubt it. In my opinion he has more to gain by coming back and making his run at the Babe and Hammerin’ Hank. If nothing else his Jupiter sized ego (roughly the size of his steroid inflated cranium) will drive his return just thumb his nose at people like me who wish he’d just go away.
Missing this coming season, half the season, or even just six weeks of the season at the age of 40+ will hurt his chances of him breaking a record that I for one hope he doesn’t do. According to a report I watched on ESPN the rapid decline in athletes bodies after the age of 40 can be dramatic, and would normally make this pursuit a long shot , even as close as he is. However, I couldn’t help but notice that all of the examples they cited were well before the ‘steroid era’. Is there anyway to tell what level a chemically enhanced athlete, over the age of 40, can perform at and for how long? Enough about that thought.

My week so far has been a fairly interesting one. Sunday the choir sang at all three services. Our director was gracious enough to schedule our singing all prior the sermons of each service. I sat through the 8 o’clock. After we finished with the 9:30 my stomach was growling so I made a quick run up to McDonald’s. As I drove back, it was about 10:05, I got a phone call from a friend of mine who I saw in the 9:30 service. She called to tell me that something happened during the service and they cleared out the sanctuary. Apparently an elderly lady in the congregation had a heart attack right there in the pew. After much commotion, speculation, and whispering, she was pulled out on a stretcher. There are two pieces of good news here: first she was conscience and alert (rumor had it that she was dead) second, for those of you that are aware of my track record, I was not even in the building when it happened!

My bowling team, predictably, got thumped this Sunday. With one night of bowling for score left I, like Bonds, am tired and need a rest. This has been a long season. We have the slightest glimmer of hope that we can pull ourselves from 10th to 9th. Yeah, …enough about that one too.

One of my small group friends keeps putting a bug in my ear, and I think it’s starting to borrow its way into my skull. Am I crazy for giving consideration to becoming a foster parent? This is a blog in itself, I’ll have to revisit this. Any thoughts?

I have been dubbed the ‘communications director’ for my Bible study group. I administered the name voting and started throwing around ideas for creating a simple website, or Yahoo! Group. I accepted the role mainly because it’s something I think I can do and do reasonably well. This on top of agreeing to serve a third season as my bowling leagues treasurer.
The name we voted for, by a slim margin, was Faith Works. I created a blog for the group. If you are so inclined you can visit it at faithworksstjohnrochester.blogspot.com.

In other thoughts…the Tigers starting pitcher Jeremy Bonderman seems to coming along nicely with developing his change-up. I’m excited to see what this season holds for him. Can he emerge as a true ace? Also I was thoroughly amused by Kwame Kilpatrick’s State of the City address last night and his comments about how this city has been dilapidated since he was a child, but now that he’s mayor ‘it’s suddenly MY fault’. No Kwame, no one blames you for creating the mess, but it is now your responsibility. Anyway, enough about that.