Dutch was his very nice, out there, boozy self, and he signed a plaque we won in a basket auction at Relay For Life 2011. In this plaque that now lives on a shelf in our basement, he has no shirt on and is rocking a mullet. It's unique, to say the least. We presented it to him to sign, and he got a good laugh out of it and said, "So you want the story?" He was at Spring Training in Clearwater, getting changed near his trunk, and someone ran up, snapped a photo, and ran off. And the next day he saw the photo in the paper. The End. He signed the shirtless part and the baseball card that sits in the top corner. It was a riot.
|He's still cheesing|
|Carol and Dutch|
|Dad and Dutch|
I didn't win the first one. And I didn't win the second one. BUT my husband the Mayor came through for me, because naturally he does know the woman who won the second one, and she agrees to give it to me.
You guys, I was seriously full of glee. I was doing a dance. Imagine the photo ops at future parties and holidays we host. I cannot wait. Thanks Carol for capturing the timeless moment when I shoved Dutch in the back seat of my car.
|Nothing to see here, just shoving Darren Daulton in my back seat|
|Sit tight. We'll be out in a few hours.|
Happy Friday friends. Here's a tip: your umbrella won't save you from the deluge you encounter when you emerge from the train station if it's securely tucked away in your office on the 17th floor.