Just as a friendly warning, this may be stream of consciousness writing since I only snagged about five hours of sleep last night. Don't ask. Earlier this month, I watched the World Cup with some interest and became a big fan of James Rodriguez. He's incredible! Of course, not to be outdone, the sports world then saw LeBron James come back to Cleveland. More importantly, the San Antonio Spurs won the NBA title back in June, and it seems like an afterthought. Grr! Congratulations to the Spurs including Coach Popovich, Tim Duncan, Manu Ginobili, and the gang. My son was thrilled. As you know, he roots for the Spurs in a Mavericks household. I should ground him for the rest of the summer. We'll see how things shape up.
The Home Run Derby was fun to watch. My only regret was that Joey Bautista got cool while Yoenis Céspedes was cooking with peanut oil, so to speak. Todd Frazier's good-natured demeanor made it hard for me to decide as I watched them duel for the crown. ¡Felicidades, Yoenis! Well, the AL has home-field advantage again this year for the World Series after defeating the National League 5-3. My grandfather and father used to bet who would win the game. Papa Bear took the American League, and Daddy took the National League. I told Daddy that I'd be glad to accept the payment as Papa Bear's descendant. He replied that the check was in the mail. My mail box will grow cobwebs and whiskers before I see one red cent of that money, you realize. It's all fun anyway.
The SEC network kicks off on August 14, and I've been bombarded with information about it. I'll see it for myself when it debuts on my local cable carrier. My beloved Aggies will take on South Carolina. I look forward to wearing my maroon and white and whooping like mad. Lady Grid out.