It’s funny; when you get up in the morning you have some preconceived notion of what you are going to be doing on that day. Since it is the off-season and there are no more Diamondbacks games this usually means that I get up in the morning trying to think of new ways that I will be able to escape from the evil clutches of the “honey-do” list that Trina has been compiling since before Spring Training. It’s a lot of work and takes a lot of creative energy to think of new ways to get out of working. It’s almost a full-time job avoiding the full-time job. Every once in a while though your day takes an unexpected turn and things go a completely different direction. Today happened to be one of those days.
I was in the midst of contemplating my latest excuse for why I couldn’t fix the gaping hole in the ceiling of our garage when I received an email from the Arizona Diamondbacks. You have to understand that me getting an email from the Diamondbacks is equivalent to Batman getting the bat signal from Commissioner Gordon. The difference is that Batman has a really cool pole he gets to slide down, a form fitting costume with rubber nipples (don’t ask me why, I’ve yet to figure that one out), and a really cool car. I, on the other hand, have 27 Diamondbacks hats, 5 authentic jerseys, and a car that has XM radio. I wanted to put a retractable roof on my house and thought I would add a pole while I was at it but Trina vetoed yet another one of my good ideas. What Batman and I do have in common is a direct connection to the most powerful people in our cities. He has the police commissioner; I have the Arizona Diamondbacks email list.
I have set up my email so that when I receive a new mail message it will play the first few bars of “Take Me Out to the Ballgame”. It’s as close to a super hero theme song as I could come up with. I also have all messages from the Diamondbacks appear in Sedona Red lettering so that I can quickly pick them out of my in-box. I move the mouse to the newest unread Diamondbacks message and opened it. Within this message was an invitation to enter the D-Backs Pumpkin Carving contest.
From now until October 22 the Diamondbacks are holding a pumpkin carving contest. They have templates that you can download to carve the D-Backs logos or a likeness of mascot D. Baxter the Bobcat. They are offering prizes to the winner including an autographed D-Backs jersey. The winning pumpkin will also be featured on the Diamondbacks web site.
Thoughts of the “honey-do” list were quickly erased. I had a mission now. For the next week I’ll be going to the various stores and farms looking for the perfect Diamondbacks pumpkin. I’ll also need to find a pumpkin carving video on the Internet to hone my skills as a gourd carver. I need to get some specialized cutting tools like a Dremel or a small chainsaw. Trina of course will need to gather the band-aids and other medical supplies that always seem to be necessary whenever I decide to get creative.
There is no time to lose, with only a week before the deadline; every minute is going to count. I grabbed my Sedona Red cape and ran for the door. Leave it to the Diamondbacks to once again come through during a time of need. If it weren’t for them I might be forced to actually do something around the house. No good has ever come from that.