Proud Papa & AP Being Stupid … Again
Posted by email@example.com on March 27, 2015
I’m going to share with you a few stories about the oldest of my five children, 19-year-old Samantha.
Story No. 1 goes back to when Sam was an infant.
Now before I start telling you what happened, I just want to say I don’t trust that whole statute of limitations thing so I’m not identifying whether it was Mary or me who made this parenting faux pas. And that’s all it was, a parenting faux pas.
Anyway, somebody put Sam in one of those bouncy seats popular with first-time parents of infants. And then that same somebody put Sam and her bouncy seat on the counter top in the kitchen. And then left the room.
Moments later, there was screaming. First from Sam, then from the first-time parents.
Sam had bouncied herself off the counter top and was on the floor. We rushed her to the hospital, out of fear she fell on her head or broke some little bones.
She was thoroughly examined and we were told there were no fractures of bones or her head.
In the years since, we have blamed all questionable decisions by Sam on her having fallen on her head as an infant. But I digress.
Sam has not fallen on her head again, and always seems to land on her feet.
And that brings us to Story No. 2.
My family shows Miniature horses. We got involved in showing these little creatures in 2004, when Sam was nine years old.
We purchased a 10-year-old Miniature horse named Quail’s Creek Rumorhasit.
Rumor – for short.
Rumor had been a driving horse, but he’d had a bad accident and we were told he wouldn’t drive again.
That was OK.
We also were told he was a good jumping horse, and we wanted to use him as a jumper.
In the Miniature horse world, you don’t ride on the back of the horse to jump. You run beside the horse and hold a lead rope that’s attached to his halter.
Anyway, the season was winding down when we got Rumor, and there was just one show left to attend.
Sam fell in love with Rumor the moment she saw him.
She wanted to jump him in the Hunter and Jumper classes at that final show of the ’04 season.
I’ll never forget how she looked, hunched over, her arms hugging her knees, one hand holding Rumor’s lead rope, teardrops crawling down both cheeks.
She was so upset.
Rumor wouldn’t jump for her.
We didn’t know what to make of it.
Rumor had been a jumper.
He had been a driving horse, too, and that chapter of his life had closed for good.
Maybe he wouldn’t jump again, either, and would just be a pet.
Samantha, at the tender age of nine, wanted to keep jumping Rumor.
She jumped him at home that fall and, when weather permitted, in the winter.
Rumor had become her horse, and she worked with him and spent time with him every day.
We took Rumor to the Pinto World championship show in Tulsa in June of 2005, and Samantha begged us to let her jump him.
She had just turned 10, and would be the only child in the Open Jumper class, which was full of adults ranging in age from early 20s to 50s..
We could tell it was important to her, so we said fine.
My wife and I just hoped Samantha wouldn’t be left in a puddle of tears again.
Samantha and Rumor won the class.
They won the world championship.
It was one of the rare times a child had won an Open class at Pinto Worlds.
And now Story No. 3. (This is the last story before we wrap things up with a happy ending.)
In the Miniature horse world, the big show is the AMHR Nationals in Tulsa. In 2007, we went to the national show. Sam had just turned 12.
In the previous two years, she had finished third, then second in the 12-Under Youth Hunter class, which is where you run beside your horse at a steady pace and the kid deemed to have the best synergy with their horse wins. It was a class of about 60 kids with their horses.
Sam was announced as the winner of the 12-Under Youth Hunter class with Rumor. She had her picture taken with Rumor and received a huge trophy, a medal, a commemorative horse head and the blue ribbon. She was thrilled. As she had hoped, she had won.
Or so it seemed.
A few minutes later, the seventh place winner was announced: Samantha Sansevere with Rumor. I started walking to the center ring, where the announcements were being made. I assumed they meant that Sawyer, Sam’s younger brother, had finished seventh with his horse.
I was mistaken.
The announcer apologized and said he had announced the wrong winner of the class. The winner actually was Sawyer Sansevere with his horse, Magic, and Sam had indeed finished seventh.
Sam had to hand over all her winnings. To her kid brother.
It was a tough parenting moment. We had one kid, emotionally devastated, fighting back tears. The other kid had no idea what had just happened as he was whisked to center ring for a photo.
I told Mary to stay with Sam, figuring as a mom she was better equipped to deal with an emotionally devastated child of the same sex. I went with Sawyer to center ring. That was a tough one, trying to console one kid while feeling happy for a sibling.
It got better. That night, in the Jumper class where speed is all that matters and the kid and horse with the fastest time wins, Sam and Rumor won the national championship. This time there was no mistake. She beat all the other kids, about 60 of them, showing her resilience once again. (The photo above this blog post shows Sam and Rumor winning that class. Notice the smile. She knew.)
And that brings us to now.
Out of high school, Sam wasn’t sure what she wanted to do. Now she knows.
In September 2013, after competing as a youth for the last time at AMHR Nationals, Sam began answering phones for the Tom Barnard digital radio show. She liked it. Then she began producing a podcast, then another.
While taking college classes this year, Sam was answering phones a few times a week for the KQ Morning Show as well as answering phones and doing some producing for Sports Radio 105 the Ticket. (No, it didn’t hurt that her dad worked at both places and he put in a good word.)
Yesterday was Sam’s last day at both stations.
On her own, with no help from her dad, she interviewed with a competing radio empire and was hired to produce the morning show on News Talk AM 1130. She is there now as I write this.
And she still produces a couple of podcasts, including one for attorney Ron Rosenbaum, who is part of the Tom Barnard digital radio network.
Sam never was a gymnast but, like I said, she always lands on her feet.
(Posted March 25)
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AP Being Stupid … Again
Posted by firstname.lastname@example.org on March 26, 2015
I do a sports radio show afternoons on 105 the Ticket so, ordinarily, I prefer to use this blog to write about things that aren’t related to sports.
Except when there is something that is too good or too tempting to pass up.
I just have to weigh in on Adrian Peterson.
AP’s agent, a lunkhead named Ben Dogra, is shooting his mouth off and telling USA Today, “We want out of Minnesota.”
Dogra is like an annoying rash, poison sumac in human form. I can understand why Vikings executive Rob Brzezinski got into a fight with this guy.
Dogra represents Peterson and, obviously, if he’s saying “we” he has AP’s blessing to push for a divorce from the Vikings.
As often is the case with Peterson lately, this is a stupid thing to do.
If you truly want out of Minnesota, you don’t broadcast it. All that does is make it tougher.
The Vikings aren’t going to just release Peterson. The best way to get him off the team is a trade.
And it’s tougher to trade someone, tougher to get a decent return, when potential trade partners think the Vikings are being forced to be rid of him. It gives away leverage.
Somehow, for some twisted reason, Peterson and his lunkhead agent are trying to portray AP as a victim.
Apparently, AP doesn’t feel the Vikings gave him the love he deserved by keeping him off the field last season.
The mess he’s in is his own creation. His reprehensible decision to beat his 4-year-old son with a switch is why he is where he is.
If I owned the Vikings, I would trade Peterson only if I got exactly what I wanted.
If I couldn’t get what I wanted in a trade, I would keep AP and tell him that he either plays or he gets fined for not playing.
And then I would tell his agent to go attempt something that is anatomically impossible.
(Posted March 24)