Rant #2,164: Big Shot

Yes, I had a very good Father's Day, actually a super Father's Day weekend.

I hope you had as good a weekend as I did.

It all started on Thursday evening. I left work early for my son's work meeting, as I always do throughout the year.

Usually, I am dead tired when I have to take him to the meeting, because after a difficult day of work, I have to travel a great distance to get him to his meeting, anywhere between 60 to 80 miles round trip depending on where it is held.

This unique situation is caused by the fact that we live in one county, but my son works in another, and the work meetings are held by county, sort of midway to accommodate workers from that particular county, who generally work in the county.

We don't, so it makes for a long, long drive after work.

But we didn't mind it too much this time around, simply because his work meeting was what they called a "social," and this year, it was held at a Long Island Ducks baseball game.

It was a combined social and fundraiser, and we got there, and found that we had terrific seats down the left field line.

This is minor league baseball, so that is pretty much what you get--no, it's not the Yankees or even the Mets--but it was fun.

We saw an 11-inning game which the Ducks ended up losing, but there is nothing like going to the ballpark and seeing baseball live, major or minor league.

A couple of balls were hit our way, but my bucket list could not be checked off because I didn't catch anything. Fifty-four years without having caught a foul ball ... and counting.

Friday I had my big eye doctor visit, and it could not have gone better.

I was given a clean bill of health ... in fact, the doctor said that my eyes were "remarkable," and when I heard that, I breathed a sigh of relief.

And what's more, I don't have to go back there for another year.

I couldn't see clearly for the remainder of the day, but it was all worth it.

On Saturday, in the morning my family visited my father in law at the Veterans home, and he appears to be doing pretty well.

We gave him his Father's Day gifts, and he seemed to be in good spirits.

In the afternoon, my wife and I went swimming in the newly refurbished backyard pool.

A couple of storms had ravaged the pool over the winter, but it was resurrected, and I have to say, it is a godsend on a hot day, which Saturday was.

I covered myself up pretty good--wore a T-shirt in the water, wore my Yankees hat on my head, and put plenty of sunscreen on my nose--and we spent a few hours in the pool, and it was pretty relaxing.

In the evening, my son and I watched one of the two pay-per-view wrestling events that the WWE put on in Chicago this weekend, and yes, as is my habit, I missed about half of it because I fell asleep right in the middle of the action.

On Sunday, the big day, we had a houseful of people over from both sides of our family, to celebrate Father's Day. I managed to watch a little of the Yankees' Oldtimers Day festivities--I saw the Nick Swisher second-deck home run--but really not much.

I barbecued, made way too much food, everyone ate and everybody had fun.

I was pooped, but got up enough energy to watch the second WWE pay-per-view this past weekend in the evening.

And yes, I missed most of the show, as I conked out pretty early on.

So yes, it was full weekend, but now, it is only a good memory, and it is back to work, or for me, back to the gates of hell.

Back to looking for other work, back to getting frustrated, back to putting my nose to the grindstone.

And the worst thing ... back to wearing long pants and a tie and shoes.

It is supposed to be in the mid to upper 90s today, and it doesn't matter to me, because I will be inside enjoying the constant 78 degrees that the office is set at year round all day.

But let me tell you, it was so good being a big shot for at least a weekend.

Now, it's the same old, same old, at least for a few days.

Happy belated Father's Day to all, and to all, a good morning!