In three weeks, the Super Bowl will be played, and two weeks later catchers and pitchers will report to spring training. As an avid baseball fan, I am anxiously awaiting the arrival of the new season. Hope springs eternal, for the baseball fan. Maybe THIS year, the Cincinnati Reds will make it to the World Series. After a disappointing season last year, I hope that everyone is healthy and that Jay Bruce and Joey Votto return to form. I also hope that Marlon Byrd, a recent acquisition, will add some power and run production to the Red’s offense.
Here’s to hoping the Reds are sitting atop the Central Division come October 1st.
Six weeks ago, I wrote a post about a feral cat we were trying help. What follows is a pictorial update of how the cat is doing half way through winter. As you will see, he is quite sassy and fat. Several times a day, he wanders over to the cat house to get something to eat. Sometimes, he will stay for a few minutes, other times he stays for a few hours, especially if it is snowing.
His mother is doing well and she also frequents the cat house to find something to eat. The kitten is quite independent now, but, from time to time, I will see them chasing each other through the snow-covered yard. We also have a number of other feral cats that stop by at least once a day to feed at the Gerencser Buffet®.
Black Feral Cat
Our newest visitor. Eerie eyes that say, take my picture and you will have seven years of bad luck.
That’s Bethany’s feet in the background. She is the ONLY one that the cat will come close to.
Feral Kitten Watching a Cardinal
Oh, Mr Cardinal, please come just a little closer so I can eat you for lunch.
Last night, several of my sons, grandson, and I attended the Buffalo Wild Wings Holiday Classic Championship Game at Defiance College. The game featured two local high school teams, the Wauseon Indians and the Tinora Rams. The game was closely contested until the end when Wauseon pulled away from Tinora. The final score was 52-38.
I love attending high school basketball games. Three of my grandchildren are enrolled in the Tinora school district, and several more will likely enroll in the coming years. I hope to live long enough to see several of my grandchildren play sports at Tinora.
#22, Noah Castle, #22, Tyler Risner
When I attend high school sporting events, I find myself drifting back to the days when I played sports. I was never much of an athlete, good enough to make the team, but never good enough to be a starter. When I attended small rural schools I was usually good enough to make the team. However, once we moved to the big city and I enrolled in Findlay High School, I rarely made it beyond the first or second cut. Fortunately, living in a larger community afforded me the opportunity of playing city league basketball and baseball. Regardless of my own nominal athletic ability, I love watching the games.
With the games come the fans. Most fans at the high school level are polite and respectful. Outside of reminding the officials of perceived wrong calls, most fans are there to cheer on the students of their school district. I am the rare fan that attends games just because there is a game being played. Most fans are either graduates of one of the schools playing the game or have children or grandchildren on one of the teams.
#22, Noah Castle, #5 Zac Robinson,#30, Carter Bzovi,#32, Jacob Miller,#Unknown
Last night, a totally sober fan of the Wauseon Indians decided to make an ass of himself near the end of the game. As Wauseon began to pull away from Tinora, this fan decided to start verbally abusing the Tinora players. Towards the end of the game, he took to attacking one player in particular, focusing on the player’s weight. (#32 in the dark/green jersey)
Evidently, either this man is a bully and his fellow Wauseon fans are afraid to tell him to shut the hell up, or they think his abusive behavior is funny. I, for one, thought it was despicable.
#32, Jacob Miller
After a couple of minutes of listening to his abusive taunts, I started to stand and turn towards him. I felt a firm hand on my leg and my son said, leave it alone, Dad. You see, my sons know that I despise such people. I think they ruin the game environment and I don’t think them paying $6.00 for a ticket gives them the right to be an asshole.
Fortunately, the game ended a few moments later. If this man had continued blathering, I have no doubt I would have put him in his place. Guys like him are bullies who use words to abuse and attack others. While college and professional players are expected to ignore such fans (and I have a problem with it at this level too), such behavior has no place at high school sporting events.
Several months ago, a feral cat and her two kittens wandered into our yard. We tried to ignore them for as long as we could, but the animal lover in us won out and we decided to feed them. All three cats were quite scrawny, and about six weeks ago one of the kittens no longer made an appearance in our yard. We suspect the kitten died.
Now that it is winter, we have put a doghouse stuffed with straw in the backyard so the kitten can escape the cold and snow. Sometimes, one of the other local feral cats checks into the doghouse, but the kitten uses it almost every day.
While we are in no position to bring the cat into our home, it is within our power to feed and help him. I wish everyone would spay their cats and not allow them to roam free, but there are a lot of irresponsible pet owners so it is up to responsible, caring people to help the least of these. These cats don’t deserve to be punished because of the stupidity of supposed intelligent human beings.