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She got 50 yards farther than I did
Thursday afternoon was winding down in sort of a normal fashion with me in the process of running graduation pictures through Photoshop to end up with a standard size and acceptable resolution and degree of photo density on 29 Armorel seniors, 76 Gosnell seniors, and 178 Blytheville seniors. Gosnell's and Armorel's were mostly taken by professional photographers, which made for a variety of photo angles and pictures sizes, whereas Blytheville's were nearly all identical and made for yearbook reproduction and thus needed very little adjustment compared to the Armorel and Gosnell pictures.
But I digress.
The first part of this column is about the phone call I got from my Dear Sweet Sainted Wife about 4 p.m. Thursday. She got to the point quickly.
"I'm stuck," she said.
I said, "Where at?" and she said, "Out around the lake."
This told me she was about 1/4 mile around the curvy road that sort of circles the half-built fishing lake due south of the Blytheville Youth Sportsplex.
This dirt road is largely impassible in wet weather, but I guess she thought it would be dry enough to take the dogs to one of their favorite places out around the lake.
It wasn't dry enough, and after plowing her way through or around three or four washed out spots in the rutted dirt road, she ran afoul of a particularly muddy spot and buried up a rear tire and was stuck pretty good.
This is not an uncommon circumstance, mind you. I've pulled her out of three or four such spots over the years, and one time it took Witt Smith's farm tractor to pull her out of the middle of his field when she accidentally turned down a field road in a blinding rainstorm instead of the gravel road my sister lived on at the time. She was stuck up to the windows that time, 100 yards out in the middle of a plowed field waiting for some cotton seeds.
But this time I called Hoppers, and Teddy went out there and said he'd get his big heavy-weight wrecker stuck for sure if he went back around to where My Dear Sweet Sainted Wife waited patiently with the two stupid dogs that caused the whole problem to begin with.
So I decided to go get her out myself, taking the office pickup with a trailer hitch on it I figured to hook a chain to and pull her out.
Problem was, I got stuck 50 yards before I got around to her and there we were in sort of the middle of nowhere with two stuck vehicles.
So I called Ron Moody out at Pyramid and told him about my situation and Teddy's wrecker not being able to get back there so he sent Josh and another guy out there in a 4-wheel drive pickup with a winch, and 15 minutes later, everybody was back on solid ground and Josh still had plenty of time to get to his T-ball game.
Lesson learned: You never have to get off the concrete over at the bunkers.
The Cardinals have been moving along steadily this year behind some great starting pitching ... the one thing that had me worried going into the season. Their offense has consisted mostly of two-out hits and the scattered home run, and their bullpen was a disaster 'til they brought up a couple of kids from the minors who have looked pretty good and filled the holes left by poor old Boggs and Scrabble when they went down to Memphis.
It's still awful early, but I like their chances.
I also like the Grizzlies' chances, after they came back from Oklahoma with a win.
Why they ended up with four days off between Tuesday and Saturday and why they're playing afternoon games now that they're in the playoffs is anybody's guess, but I guess the NBA knows best ... yeah, they know to keep the smaller-market teams out of prime time, that's what the NBA knows.
But the Grizzlies really should beat the Thunder playing without Westbrook, and I figure Golden State will beat a worn our San Antonio team and meet Memphis in the Western Conference finals.
And Memphis has handled Golden State pretty well all year, and haven't been too shabby against the Miami Heat if you want to look it up.
Should be interesting (if indeed they do get by Oklahoma City).