The boy ™ is annoying

ARGH!!! Yep, that’s what I was thinking last night and possibly this morning when the boy ™ had a freakin’ meltdown at the ice rink last night. Why, you ask? because he refused to wear his mouth guard to practice, so he had to throw a fit in the locker room (in front of parents), in the rink (in front of coaches, players and staff) and at home. I was thrilled. Some background.

Last week, the boy ™ was at practice and fell on his head, suffering a mild concussion or at least, concussion-like symptoms. He’s fine now and was fine without any symptoms two hours after the fall but at the time it was scary so we took him to the ER. They told us no physical activity for a week and then on the ice, he needs his mouth guard. It’s a good idea anyway but we never used it because, well, he’s six, they don’t check and no one really hits too hard. So he hasn’t really worn it and I confess, it does suck but we are mom and dad (and I am a coach) so when we say wear it, you wear it right?

Errr. no. Instead, he decided to throw a fuse, not get onto the ice and sulk, cry and just being a tired six-year-old. Of course, Mrs. Conductor and I weren’t pleased for a few reasons. We took off work for practice so that’s annoying. He embarrassed us in front of people see regularly, and three, he was listening when we were trying to do what was best for him.

So we left practice, lots of crying and what not. He gets home and decides that he will wear his mouth guard (the threat was hockey was gone for good), and then wore it around the house for much of the night. Loved it. He wanted to try to eat dinner with it. Sigh.


Riddle me this

Why does the boy ™ who is six demand toys like Legos and other things that cost some coin and then not want to play with them. Instead, he likes to play with toys for the girl ™ who is two. Yes, they are his old toys from four years ago but really, a pink building block is fun for a boy? Or an Elmo car? Really?

We threatened to take his toys away and he said fine. Do it. I don’t know if he thinks he can call our bluff or if he doesn’t really care. Wow,  he outbluffed me. I am upset.

World Series, Rally Squirrel, Start of Hockey Season and just life

Wow, the Cardinals win the World Series and I Called it. Seven games. Wonderful. The boy ™, Mrs. Conductor and I watched the final few innings. we had gone to a hockey game that night. I know, how can you do that. Well, first off, my kids love hockey first. And while the Rivermen lost, it was still fun. Second, I am trying to ease the boy ™ into baseball as he hasn’t played yet and he doesn’t like watching sports on TV even hockey. So forcing him to sit through the game wouldn’t have been good.

But with a few innings left and the tension and seeing all the fans going nuts, he got into it. And by the end of the game was going nuts just like his mom and dad. I don’t know what to say about that series that hasn’t been said. Wow. I confess to all 12 people who read this. I thought the Birds were done with two strikes in the Ninth. And I thought they were done in the 10th after Hamilton hit that dinger. Game 6 was a terrible game for the first two-thirds but that ending will live forever. A friend at the game said he’d buy the game on DVD. I don’t know as part of the fun and the excitement was not knowing. If you knew the outcome, the tension just isn’t there. And then game 7. Carp. You are the man. Freese. Wow. Rally Squirrel, I love ya.

After the win and on Saturday, we had to go out to Dick’s and get the boy ™ a hat. He wanted it and hasn’t taken it off since. He went Trick or Treating in it. He was the only Knight with a baseball hat on. Not the best armor but who cares. He’s a Cards fan. Our friends whom we went ToT with are diehard Cub fans so it was even better. 🙂 The girl ™ was a dragon, btw.

So now that Halloween’s done and we are moving on to winter, it’s hockey season. I am officially a hockey dad now as I have entered the portion of hazing that is 8 a.m. practices. The boy ™ is 6 and we have 8 a.m. practices? Are you kidding me? It takes us longer to get to the rink, get dressed and then get undressed than the practices last (45 minutes0. Ugh. But he’s doing well, and skating hard. My dream is not the NHL, that’s silly to think about when a kid is still. I have two dreams. One real and one fantasy. The fantasy is that he get a hockey scholarship to Harvard (who actually does have a good team). Real is that he just doesn’t burn out by 10 and continues through high school.

Okay, an open letter to the Cardinals

I admit I am not a professional baseball player, and I admit there is no way I could ever hit a sinking curve. But you are and you know how. There are guys in scoring position. Please stop hitting into double plays. Please advance the runners. You can’t win games if you don’t score runs. Our pitchers can only hold off the Rangers for so long before their bats wake up. It’s not over by any stretch but the situation is grave. Bats need to wake up. Matt Holliday, I am talking to you. Rafael Furcal, you too. Batting a buck and change in the World Series can’t cut it if you want to beat a  team like the Rangers. Now, I know it’s hard. And it’s supposed to be  so this is a time to call upon one o the greatest speeches of all locker room speeches. Herb Brooks. Take it away, Herbie. Listen up Cards.

Cardinals in 7

That’s my predication for the World Series. Of course, I am a Cards fan. Of course, I would never bet against my beloved Birds on the Bat so anything I say is meaningless. And let’s face it, they are so playing with house money that really anything they do is fine at this point. No one is predicating the Birdos to do anything but I think they are going to surprise people. Sure, Texas has a better team but they are the favorites. And the Cards, well, they are so loose and carefree that they can’t be discounted. either way, I think, it’s going to be a great series. I am jacked. Go Cards.

And I hope we can see a Rally Squirrel tonight. That would be rockin’. 🙂

p.s. forgot one thing. The boy ™ was told the other day that the Cards made it to the Series. He said something no Cub fan can ever say… “again?” Love my boy.

Hockey practice starts tonight

Mini-mites start tonight with their first practice. Mini-mites, for those who don’t know, is the term given to players who are ages 4 to 6. The local organization, Peoria Youth Hockey Association ( has teams and divisions for kids ages four through 16. It’s a great group of people and a great time. Expensive at times but it’s well worth it.

Or at least I think so. But practices are crazy. I am working with the red dots tonight which are the new skaters. In mini-mites, they divide players into red, yellow and green dots. Green being the more experienced and better skaters while reds are newbies. Yellow is in the middle. So I was with some reds tonight and for them, being able to stand on the ice is plenty. We had them trying to hop up and down, get up after falling and glide. You know, push off and just glide over the ice.

Most had trouble but I will tell you this — by the end of the year (December) and with three months left in the season, the reds will be flying up and down the ice. It’s amazing how fast these kids pick it up. Makes me jealous as hell given the fact that it has taken me more than a year to refine my skating and I am not there yet. Or at least to the point where I want to be.

I’ll let you know given that the adult hockey league starts in a week or so. We’ll see how I do.

Big game tonight

Will Albert go off in the derby of soon-to-be free agents seeking to make more than some municipal budgets? It’s Sir Albert against the Beast. Will the squirrels came back and terrorize the Brewers as they did the Phillies and what is a Phily anyway. It should be an epic game with trash-talking, two teams that really don’t like one another and the sub plot of Albert and Prince seeking to make bank.

And of course, I can’t watch the game. Why, you ask? Well, it’s the boy ™’s TV night as he has done all of his homework and we just have one TV in the house. Which means it’s his until bed time but then I have to put both kids to bed and by the time I get downstairs and ready to watch TV, either it’s too late and the game is over or Mrs. Conductor is watching SuperNanny. Sigh. On the plus side, I get to relive my childhood and listen to the game in the dark via radio.