Blended Sleep & Thanks, Soccer
Posted by firstname.lastname@example.org on March 29, 2015
One benefit of no longer being on the KQ Morning Show is that I can sleep in past 4 a.m.
I slept as late as 7 o’clock Monday and Tuesday.
Then came Wednesday, when I woke up at 4:10 a.m.
It wasn’t by choice.
What woke me up was what I thought was a big-ass John Deere tractor being revved just a few feet away from me. The damn thing was loud.
I leaped out of bed, disoriented, distressed that somebody drove a big-ass tractor into our living room.
Only it wasn’t a big-ass tractor, or a vehicle of any ass size.
It was a blender. A loud-ass frickin’ blender.
That ran for what seemed like an eternity.
My daughter, Samantha, has a new job as a producer for a morning radio show. I’m happy for her, a 19-year-old getting a great opportunity like that. I am not happy about one of her early-morning choices.
WHICH IS USING A LOUD-ASS FRICKIN’ BLENDER AT 4:10 IN THE MORNING TO MAKE A SMOOTHIE!
I stubbed my toe on the bed frame so that delayed me getting into the kitchen in time to share my lack of delight over the blender with the decibel level of a jet engine.
She was out the door before I could tell her never to do that again.
My toe no longer throbbing when I saw her in the evening, I let it go, figuring she just wanted some kind of special concoction for her first day at the new job.
I was mistaken.
Thursday, 4:10 a.m.: VURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!
Woke me up yet again.
This time, I didn’t stub anything and asked her to please not ever fire that damn thing up again. If she had to do it, I wanted her to take the blender outside and plug it into an outlet near the front door.
She texted me later in the day, after I bitched on my afternoon show on Sports Radio 105 the Ticket about being woken up two days in a row by a blender. Her text said, “It was very tasty, thank you.”
I love Sam, but I hate that blender.
Fortunately, Sam ran out of ingredients for her smoothie, forgot to pick more up last night and I slept past 4:10 this morning.
I didn’t wake up until my 9-year-old, Shane, stepped on my leg while crawling into bed with Mary and me.
It was 4:17 a.m.
(Posted March 27)
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Posted by email@example.com on March 28, 2015
Soccer is popular around the world. Just not in my corner of the world.
I don’t hate soccer. I tolerate it.
I tolerated it when I played it as a kid. I tolerated it when I coached my kids playing it.
Given the choice, I’d pick staring at the sun for two hours over watching soccer.
But I’m not here to bash soccer.
I’m here to thank soccer. It changed my life. It gave me the life I have.
And I didn’t begin to realize that until late yesterday when I was bashing soccer during my show on Sports Radio 105 the Ticket. (You can hear the Ticket at 105.1, 105.3 and 105.7 on your FM dial, as well as on iHeart Radio. Yeah, it’s a shameless plug, but if I can’t do it on my own blog where can I do it?).
Anyway, while talking about three Minnesota billionaires — Glen Taylor, Bill McGuire and Jim Pohlad — being awarded a Major League Soccer franchise and saying how with all their money they’d better build their own stadium and not ask for public funds, I got a text from my wife, Mary.
The text said, “Hey, I was on the 1985 Minnesota Strikers dance line. Stop ripping soccer. It was a lot of fun.”
Mary danced for the Strikers, which gave her the confidence and experience to try out for the Vikings cheerleader team, which she made and which she was on when we met in Goteborg, Sweden, in 1988 when the Vikings played an exhibition game there and I was covering the team for the Star Tribune.
You following this?
Bottom line: If she wasn’t a Vikings cheerleader I might never have met her. And she hadn’t been on the Strikers dance line she might never have made the Vikings cheerleading team.
See how one thing leads to another and to another and, before you know it, you’ve got five kids and way too many horses and pets of various breeds. And it’s all because of soccer.
Mary’s Facebook post from last night is what made me fully realize I need to thank soccer.
Here’s her post …
Today it was announced that Minnesota will once again have a professional soccer team.
To honor that announcement I’m sharing this video blast from the past and a little story.
(This is Bob talking again: If you want to watch the video, you’ll have to head over to Mary’s Facebook post because, quite frankly, I haven’t figured out how to post video within a blog post. Back to what Mary had to say.)
After graduating from high school I moved to Minnesota to attend college and pursue other dreams I had which included becoming a Vikings Cheerleader. I was a just a girl from a small town in Wisconsin fresh off the farm.
The Minnesota Strikers were a part of the Major Indoor Soccer League and played at the Met Center where the Mall of America now stands. I heard they were holding auditions for their danceline and I decided to try out thinking the audition process would be a good experience.
I will never forget listening to the coach speak and being in awe of her. She was poised and beautiful with perfect hair and make-up and the most amazing long manicured nails I’d ever seen (something that farm girls never have).
I made the team and became a part of the 1985 Minnesota Strikers Danceline.
What an incredible experience it was for a small-town girl that had never done anything remotely like that. I felt like such a geek dancing next to the other more glamorous and more confident dancers.
When I ran out on the field for our first performance and saw the bright lights and the stadium filled with rambunctious soccer fans I thought I might faint. Somehow I made it through and the rest is history. I made some great friends, had a wonderful experience and learned so much that season.
Aquanet hairspray was a must-have in the 80’s so if you are looking for me look for the skinny blonde with the great big hair. We also really rocked the gold sequin cuffs, headband and belt along with the red leotards and 80’s wind pants.
I have no doubt that my experience on the Strikers Danceline helped prepare me to try out for and earn a spot the following spring on the 1986 Minnesota Vikings Cheerleaders.
And the rest is history.
There’s no denying that. Thank you, soccer. Thank you for everything.
(Posted March 26)