Buenos Dias peoples! Sorry for not writing yesterday. I had a blog going about Chase Daniel and how he helped the Redskins beat the Steelers 17-13. Then my mom called me for breakfast. My family discussed where we wanted to go: Six Flags or this place called Cunningham Falls in Thurmont, MD. Originally my sister, mom and I wanted to go to Six Flags, and my dad said he would go if that were the vote. But then my mom gave into my dad, and we then hit the road to Cunningham Falls. After that it pretty much went downhill. I mean the falls were really cool in all and super refreshing, but when my mom and I were walking back to the car disaster struck. A swarm of yellow jackets was buzzing around in side a hollowed out log, minding they’re own beeswax, when suddenly they ambushed me, stinging extremely close to my ear, on my scalp, calve and at the same exact time I tripped while running away from the bees on the pebbled toe path, receiving a big gory wound on my knee cap. After I finally got in the car I spent 5 minutes crying like a baby with more pain in my whole entire life so far. But that’s not the end. After that I decided to face my fears and go to a snack bar in a beach in Cunningham Falls. It was smooth sailing before a wasp stung my arm. After that when I was relaxing in the sand I just got a nosebleed. And I think I have developed a phobia of wasps, sweat bees, yellow jackets and hornets (last year on my mom's 43rd birthday I was white-water rafting in the Shenandoah river in Virginia and I got stung by a sweat bee in the armpit, and a couple of years ago this girl in my camp got stung by a hornet and it was really close to me.) Can you believe that happened to such an innocent boy like me? Horrible. Mortifying. Worst karma ever. Even worse than this one day in Hawaii where I got stuck in a seatbelt and got a small abrasion, then cut my dominant hand’s palm on a rock, then accidentally locked my sister’s Converse All-Stars in a safe at a Sheraton, and then puked. The good part about that day is my dad got the All-Stars out (Lord knows how). Did I mention I accidentally did a really painful belly flop of my local pool’s diving board? Or when I was playing catch with an aquatic football and I overthrew it and it ended up hitting a grumpy old lady's umbrella? Why can’t I just have a regular Sunday where I go to church or temple and then spend the rest of the day peacefully reading inside? That would be a good fix. But then again I like some razzle-dazzle in my Sunday. Oh well.
No! The Red Sox had a chance to be a wild card and they blew it against the Yankees. Boston has a 9-6 record this year other New York, and in they’re last 6 meetings New York won. So last night in a pitcher’s marquee matchup (C.C Sabathia versus Josh Beckett) Beckett gave up a homer on his first pitch and the Yanks kept on hitting balls over the Green Monster at Fenway Park, thrashing the Sox’s last chance at salvation.
B.O.B (Beware of Bees)
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