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This has turned into a three movie week so far.  We started out with Dennis Quaid in The Rookie, then moved on to an oldie, When Harry Met Sally . . ., and tonight we took care of The Hurt Locker.  It’s not often that you get to do three in a week, much less three really good ones!  No need for reviews (I don’t have that kind of savvy) so I’ll just sleep well knowing that I feel confident that you may say a friend recommended them.

We finally put our vacation woes to rest.  Yesterday we canceled our Orange Beach reservation and made a new one at North Myrtle Beach, SC.  After researching all the pros and cons of canceling, we all but wore out wondering if we should.  As it stands, would the vacation have been okay had we simply left it all alone?  Maybe.  But we just got tired of worrying about it. 

Really, after looking in to all that North Myrtle Beach and Myrtle Beach have to offer, I’m a little more pumped about the new plans.  And it will come as no surprise that one of the highest high points (for me) will be getting to attend my first Braves minor league game as we visit the Myrtle Beach Pelicans while they take on the Potomac Nationals.  I’ve been to a heck of a lot of Minor League games, but never one for my lustrous Bravos!

Speaking (well . . . writing) of baseball, I got a new glove yesterday.  Nothing spectacular.  But it sure feels nice on my hand, not to mention that sweet pop as the heat smacks the leather!  Karen and I have been breaking it in, and I’m sure we’ll do a lot more of that in South Carolina once her brother, Brian, dons his glove.

The only scar so far has been a missed catch that left its mark on the Accord.  That always feel like a big pile of doo doo.  I played it off as best I could, but deep down I hated it.

No.  I won’t talk about the Celtics’ loss tonight.  It takes a while for me to be able to discuss these things.  Summary: I do NOT like Pau Gasol.

Couldn’t get the mower started today.  I couldn’t get it started yesterday either.  It turned over and over, but just wouldn’t hit.  I figured it was a spark plug thing, so I just pushed the front (yesterday) hoping I could take care of it today.  Alas, even after I changed the plug, it wouldn’t crank.  I wonder if there’s too much oil.

Needless to say, I’m tired after pushing and bagging the back yard.  Any suggestions?

The Braves are heading in to the 11th as Venters just threw his 4th closing K: 6 up, 6 down!  Even with the excitment of a tied up game, and the anticipation of game 2 of the NBA finals tonight, I’m still worn out.

On another note, I can’t tell if I’ve bought in to hype or if I’m rightfully alert concerning the oil spill’s effect in Orange Beach, Alabama.  The news makes it sound like the whole place smells like oil, and the beaches are littered with oil and dead birds.  While I know that’s probably juiced up, the only counter-voice comes from the Gulf Shores/Orange Beach crowd who are saying that while they are affected, it’s all still vacation-worthy.  The GS/OB front has a little more credibility because they’re posting daily videos from the actual beaches which show people in the water on the same day you view them.


What to do.  Both of my problems may stem from too much oil.

Lately this has turned into a bit of a sports related blog. I hope that doesn’t turn anyone off.  It’s a bit heavy on my mind, though.  It’s nice to have a sport be the deep issue.

After a nine straight game win streak, the Braves are in a bit of a slump tonight with Kawakami giving up four runs (so far) in the first two innings of this late game against the Dodgers.  L.A. is becoming a quickly hated town for me.  Maybe it’s a little east coast/west coast rivalry, but I really don’t like anything Los Angeles right now.

A little bit of a subject change – – let me recommend a book called Crazy Love.  I don’t know if it’s the book itself or the timing of the book, but there’s a lot of timely information in it.

In the wake of a massive movement to make the Christian’s life a cakewalk of grace as a crutch, it’s nice to see a man like Chan center the off-kilter back to a place where love is proven instead of assumed.  I’m not talking about the falsehood of works-based religion that requires a confession booth for forgiveness.  And I’m certainly not talking about living as if anything we do requires God to save us.  I’m talking about calling love like it is.

The over-arching illustration of Jesus’ relationship to the church (and therefore the Christian) is in bride/groom terminology.  So the only thing I know how to relate is through the relationship I have with my wife.  No one would say that my actions toward Karen are the reasons she loves me.  In fact, it would be widely assumed that my actions toward Karen prove my love for her (a love that already exists).  She doesn’t love me because of my actions; instead she further confirms my love for her by my actions.  She knows I’m sincere in the very thing she knows is true because my actions coincide with my declaration.

Why should it be any different with God?

Read Crazy Love to find out a little more of what I’m talking about. 

Caveat: if you were raised in church (no matter which version of Christianity it may be), ignore the first three chapters.  They’ll turn you off.

I’m not sure what my next book will be.  I’ve tried to go back and forth (one for one) between fiction and non-fiction.  I have a lot of Grisham to catch up on.  With the momentum I have in the non-secular works, I don’t know if I should ride that or not.  This is the very reason readers should keep a queue.  I’ll keep you updated.

Lastly, if you get the chance, you should give a restaurant called Old Chicago a chance.  The food is INSANE and the beer is just as celebrated.  You’ll find out a little more about what they call the World Beer Tour when you go, so I won’t bore you with the details.  I wussed my way through a few light beers at the beginning, but I’ve finally started to see the beauty of the storied brewing processes by braching out a bit. 

It’s near impossible to carry any valid conversation about light beer.  They really do all taste about the same.  It’s the adventure into the full-bodied that initiates the connoisseur.  The Sweaty Betty, of the Boulder Brewing Company, is a bit smoky and barrel-flavored for me, but I followed it with a Dos Perros from Yazoo out of Nashville, and that was well worth the money.  Of course, all of this only applies to domestics.  The closest to good (in comparison to non-American beer) that I’ve come across is Nut Brown Ale from the Bluegrass Brewing Company out of Louisville, KY.  It holds a minimal lead over the Lawnmower of the Dogfish Head Ale House that I had in the D.C. area.

As far as lights go, I just recently made the move from Michelob Ultra to Miller Lite.  The small .4 carb increase is well-worth the taste improvement.  In terms of full-throttles, I still haven’t found a challenger for a good Guiness Stout or really any Belgian brew (e.g. Fat Tire).

We only go to Old Chicago every now and then (twice a month, maybe), so it’ll be difficult to make this a constant discussion.  Any beer I drink away from there is going to be light (without apology) because I don’t want to weight 200 lbs.  As I encounter new goods, I’ll let you know.

Well, this post has been quite the hodge podge of topics.  I’ll try to categorize it as best I can.