I wrote my last Dad Joke this week. No, I am not jumping on the Dad Joke wagon, and I have not given up Dad Jokes for Lent a few days early. I have not tired of Dad Jokes nor do I think that there is an over-abundance of them contributing to global warming and … Continue reading In/on the joke
I have a dead file, and it is in need of its annual updating. The file dangles in the front of our family filing cabinet, a red hanging folder filled with all of the important stuff my family will need for when I depart this mortal coil: the songs I want played, the songs I wish … Continue reading Making my best pitch
Baseball is prominent in Lucker family lore: my wife and I come from families of ardent baseball fans, and we met in the summer of 1991 - our dating life was intertwined with the World Series run and eventual championship of our hometown Minnesota Twins. The following summer we were married, had a baseball-themed reception, … Continue reading Had a ball, to a tee
Mark. My first name, in plastic, on a small clip. People readily took to using it, too, all summer. Mostly folks I didn't know. An interesting departure from my full-time gig, where students and staff alike universally refer to me as ‘Mr. Lucker.’ It had been a few years. I have written before of my … Continue reading The Summer of My Clip-On Name Tag (or, Loves Labor Days Renewed)
“Opening day of baseball season is like the first night of your honeymoon. Once that first pitch smacks into the glove, everything and anything is possible. Plus, you get to live it all over three, four, five times or more that day and you goo to sleep smiling” -Home Plato, Baseball Philosopher It is that … Continue reading The Legend of Home Plato, Baseball Philosopher
“Maddening, the game is” as Yoda might say – more calmly than I, I might add. I am not all that much of a basketball fan anymore, in large part because the game has become way too aggravating for me to watch. I saw part of the Wichita State-Kentucky game and had to just walk … Continue reading March Maddening.
During his sermon the other night at church, our pastor, Eric, made quite an observation. He said “Baseball is boring” and he said it with me sitting in the audience. It was good I was on hand to help set him on the straight-and-narrow path of what isn’t boring (baseball) fortunately, I was on hand … Continue reading Boring is in the Eye of the Beholder, or: ‘Forgive him, for he knows not what he says’.