Today is not my birthday, but tomorrow is. My family is not big into celebrating Birthdays for me, but they always wake me up early that day with a phone call. I am not a fan of making a big deal out of them at all. This year got a really cool early present, I got tickets to go see George Carlin, one of my favorite comedians.
I had my daily talk with my Mom this morning, and she told me the story of the day I was born. Lets see where do I start, My Dad is the biggest soccer fan in the world. He follows several leagues as well as played most of his life, never professionally but he is still a pretty good player. The day I was born my parents had planned to go to a soccer match, but my Mom woke up not feeling too good. They both got on a Taxi and were off, my Mom decided not go to the match so the Taxi dropped of my Dad at the stadium and my Mom went on to my Grandma’s. My Mom was not feeling to good so a neighbor that was a nurse stopped by and told my Mom that she was getting ready to have a baby. My Grandma called an ambulance. My Grandma, one of my Aunts and my Mom set out for the hospital. Someone then called the stadium and my Dad heard over the PA system that he was a Dad, and he now had a boy. I was born at 9:45 P.M. weighted 6.5 lb and measured at 51 cm.
Growing up I went to that stadium many times, probably more than any other stadium as of yet. It will probably be only topped by whatever sport one day my future kids might like. My Dad infused me with a love of soccer, heck he even was watching soccer the day I was born
Ok, now back to current life events. Raquetball rocks, it is not like I expected but for my first day playing Mike and I got a couple of good volleys going. My serve needs some work and so does my positioning in the court. I look forward to getting better and better. Mike is super competitive and will probably make me a good player, even though he was really taking it easy yesterday. Well until later tata.