Cereal, baseball, kids, beer, car on lawn
Last recording of the morning ... my wife goes somewhere, and I'm supposed to meet her there after a little while. She goes, and I'm running a little late, but I'm hungry. I start searching for some cereal. Actually, I know where the cereal is, and I need to find a bowl.
Cereal choices are all flaky cereals, like Frosted Flakes or Total. I have the tv on, the very last thing I see is that the Cubs are losing to the Padres 6-4. Pitcher #47 just catches the ball on a bang-bang play. They get the guy out, and the pitcher, he's left-handed, he's really happy and pumps his fist. I think it's funny, it's like Tom Glavine pitching for the Cubs. It's in Wrigley Field, but we're down 6-4.
Earlier they were doing an interview with Dick Butkus, and he was talking about how some team surprised him with some formation ... they ran these plays, and one guy was like Ed McCaffrey, and I thought he's too modern to have played when Butkus played, so maybe Butkus is a coach.
Then Butkus is saying something like "When they do so-and-so do you want me to hit 'em?", and the coach says "Hit 'em?! Hit 'em! Take his head off!" So that was on the tv.
I must have had the tv on kinda loud, 'cause I thought I heard some knocking, and I come around to the kitchen, and there's a boy standing there holding a beer, and he's got like a dark sports jersey on. I don't remember what I said exactly, but it was something like "What in the hell are you doing in this house?!" He didn't have much to say. I grabbed him by the shirt, not with closed fists, but both hands on his chest, pulled the shirt up a little bit, and I'm walking him to the door ... and I said something like "You're welcome to come over here any time son, but don't ever come through that door without being invited."
So I go outside and there's several more guys, like five or six total, and they all have beers, and one kid is drinking on one, and they're selling it, and I assume it's for a charity or school-related. I just shake my head and walk away.
And I realize there's some kind of car parked in the lawn, like a Mustang, and my brother-in-law is there, and now I'm thinking "What in the hell have you all done here?"
And they tell me I have a chance to win the car, and to show me that they drive the car onto my property, but to do so they have to take down part of my fence.
I start talking to my brother-in-law, and ask if they can get it out of my yard without doing any damage. I'm a little torn between wanting to help them and just get them the heck out of there. I don't think I was hesitating because I was late, it was just like "Geez, watch out for my property." I have no idea how they got that car on my lawn.