Sunday was the culmination of a week of birthday celebrations. Both daughter-in-laws were toasted by family at Schwartz’s in St. Anna. I think I counted 14 in attendance. Everyone got to meet Grandson Collin’s fiancee’ (Audry).
I have completed my “brackets” for the upcoming NCAA basketball tournament. Because I am sure I have picked all 63 games correctly, the world will be clamoring to know my picks because they are worth $1 billion from Quicken Loans. The picks are in a sealed envelope and on the way to Grasshopper No.3 (my entry into a family pool). Send me the money!
This falls under the category of “really?”. The Milwaukee Brewers found a strange dog around the clubhouse during Spring training and the club has adopted him as a mascot. They have named him Hank (as a tribute to Hank Aaron). Really? I wonder how honored Aaron would be to know a dog was named after him. Under great financial stress, the dog was flown to Milwaukee and met by hundreds of fans at the airport. Really? He even licked the faces of supportive fans. I think Hank is going to participate in the Sausage races at Miller Park ballgames. T-shirts have sold out with Hank’s picture on them. Maybe they will let Hank play an outfield position. He can’t be any worse than the rest of the team. Eventually the Brewers will have to play baseball. Really!
The Wisconsin Badgers kick off the NCAA basketball tournament Thursday morning. They have one of the more talented teams Wisconsin has ever had. Go Bucky.
More shoveling tomorrow.
Love,
Dad