First....YES!!! You go BRONCOS! I was so happy to see that game!

Next...YES!!! You go PANTHERS!! Taking it to the Cardinals!

Third...Sorry, Broncs, love Peyton & the Orange Crush, but I gotta go with the home team.

So, now that the sport report is over, it is time to get to the human interest story...mine.
Let's go on scene to...well...me, for today's story.

Pretend I am holding a mike talking to a camera...

Good evening ladies & gentlemen, I am sorry to say that today was a bit tough, BECAUSE it was a great day...great with the exception of just a few minutes. Those few minutes could have ruined the day, but with a little help, they made the day...let's see what happened

My sons will be competing in their Pinewood Derby tomorrow. I had a GREAT time working with them to build their cars today. Yep, we did it all in one day, two cars lots of love & laughs.

What I had trouble with was two-fold:
 - About 4 pm, I had the soreness in my chest bone that I have had for the last 2 months. It was that, for sure...I know the difference now between that and "chest pain"...but it just hit me at a funny time and I had to stop & think for a sec. I AM SICK of worrying about this. I can not wait until I can do things without thinking about my heart. I can't wait for the rib pain to go away. Someone tell me when that will be. PLEASE.

- The second thing that bothered me was worse. The ONLY reason we built the boys cars today was because of my oldest son. I was all ready to use my condition to pass on the derby because I didn't want to do it. We basically let time pass and never started on the cars & I was fine with just not doing it.

MY SON on the other hand was ready to go. When I told him we were likely not going to get to it, he looked at me, teared up & told me how much it stunk that he only got to do 1 derby in 4 years of scouting. So, yeah, Super Dad I am not. That was one of the worst feelings I have ever had. I was about to let BOTH sons down in a selfish bout of pity.

Thank God for my oldest. He showed me what a jerk I was being and kick-started the day. At 1 pm we decided that we were going to "just do it". We decided on design and colors, got to building and are all done. We finished up at about 10 pm. Consider we threw in a trip to see mommy, to see our potential new home, and dinner (oh, yeah AND watched two little football games) and I think we did pretty well.

So, y'all need to say a big thanks to my boys for reminding me why it is fun to be a dad & what it means to have someone be THAT important to you.

A tough few minutes made today a hard one. Fortunately I have my own personal counselors (a 6 year old and a 10 year old) who can give me the strength to turn a potentially crappy day into one of the nicest days I have had in a very long time; and giving me a few hours where I was so focused on THEM, that I got to forget about me.

Thanks boys. Thanks for making it fun to be a dad. I love you.

Here are the cars.
The 6 yr old's car on the right is a "sports racer". He wanted it shaped like an arrow & then painted a baseball and crossed bats on top, painted other balls on the sides & cheered on the Panthers.

The one on the left is the Panther's team bus as seen through the imagination of a 10 year old. The picture does not do it justice. It is two tone; black & turquoise. It has windows, a door and, of course, the Go Cats on the side.

Pray they find speed between here & the track tomorrow night.

Good night & God bless