Let's Go Flyers! (clap, clap, clap, clap, clap)

When I was breaking it down with the mayor on Tuesday afternoon I failed to mention that I would be checking out the Flyers game that very night from his very own box. It was my first live hockey game and it was WILD. Although I certainly do not condone fisticuffs there is something extremely entertaining about watching grown men hit each other while skating around on a thin ring of ice in the center of a rowdy Philadelphia crowd. There were lights everywhere and each time the Flyers scored a huge horn went off and the place started rocking. It was like a dream come true. Sadly, the Flyers lost to the Bruins. At least they're from Boston, which has a special place in my itty bitty heart (more to come on that).

MVP! MVP! MVP!

Last Tuesday I spent some time with my main man Jimmy Rollins as the Mayor celebrated his well deserved (don't bring that Matt Holliday business here) National League MVP in City Hall. I talked offseason pitcher acquisitions with Phils GM Pat Gillick and even had some face time with the Mayor. Much love to mom for bringing me down to City Hall in the rain and for trying so hard to get Jimmy to autograph my new baseball. Did I mention I love my mom (a lot)? My dad loves her too (a lot).

Thanksgiving!

I had my first Thanksgiving last week. It was a busy day. We spent time at my great-grandparents' house where I checked out my first fall foliage and had some snuggle time with my great grandfather. I peed myself at one point and grandmother gave mom a tip on using a hair dryer to dry my outift (it's mostly water anyway). I visited with tons of other family, watched some football and ate everywhere we went. The original story of the "bobbie" has now come full circle. Turkey, stuffing, cranberry and mayo on a roll. We ate at grandmother's house with my uncle dave, uncle alistair, my aunt jeanne, my cousins Aidan and Logan and my great-great aunt sis. I had a chance to video skype my aunt Julia and check out her new Berkeley apartment. (Dad took the liberty to teach me about "crashing" at people's house as a budget way to visit loved ones. Julia, that couch is mine!) You won't believe it, but right before dinner the great turkey came and left presents on the doorstep. I rocked a bedtime story book called twinkle, twinkle little star. After a day filled with hugs and kisses I ended up falling asleep on the drive home.

Way To Look, Saints

I'm still recovering from a weekend with my parents friends. Mom and dad have always seemed pretty tame to me. I had no idea that they are basically wild animals. Saturday began with George (he looks like a very large monkey) entering our home with a bag full of omaha steaks, a case of beer and a magnum of champagne. Whaaaassssaaauuueeeeehhhh! We were soon joined by team Trumbauer (including a very cute Alida who smiled at me more than once). 4 hours later we were in a hotel suite downtown with about 20 other animals and I was being passed around like a bottle of Jack Daniels. I'm a bit upset I missed the late night dance party (dad and I passed out at some point), but relished the opportunity to vomit on Meredith. I love my extended family and am looking forward to a lot more parties.

ps - many thanks for the gifts. I love the books and warm clothes.

I forgot to mention that I spent last Monday night celebrating my main man J-Roll's first Gold Glove Award. I partied 'til dawn and ended up passed out back in my crib dreaming of sliding backhanded grabs and double plays.

Sorry for the absence, but I've been busy leading up to last Tuesday's election day. Anyhow, I voted! It was my first time, but I loved pushing the buttons and watching the bright lights. I was a little upset after walking out of the booth because I had a bad feeling the incumbents were sure to win (they did), which will continue to thwart much needed reform.