Baseball crime and punishment.

You know Moose....if it makes you feel any better....son probably feels worse about the glove than you do........our son lost a glove once....and it was the frist and last time....think having to break in a new one is punishment enough....IMO

I was going to add something about the pool boys....but thought twice about it....

You can get him one of those little plastic BB gloves for little kids. See how he likes playing with that for a while.

I always permanent marker the name and phone # on the glove. Way back when my son was 7 he left it somewhere. We got a call later in the day. He hasn't forgotten it since then, but every glove gets the info.

A GPS tracking bug should be installed on any item that a kid owns over $100.

Maybe there's a market for this in the future with the option of a cranial implant.

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My Mother, Lady McBullwinkle (my she rest in peace.....with a adult beverage, a remote control, and a 21 year old pool boy), always told me….”Bully, if your horns weren’t attached, you would lose them too.”

Is this just a crime of poor genetics?
(I already see Its blissfully nodding yes.)

What say you? Due to the crimes involved, what should the sentence be?

Don't know about jr's punishment, but that is FUNNY!

Bullwinkle,
You are not alone. Last year, when responsible son went to school, he seemd to become a bit irresponsible and forgetful.

List of events that had negative impact with mother son relationship:
Lost sunglasses immediately after receving them (oh well)

Two mishaps with cell phone (tiolet water damage) one more and no more phone, cell company dropped insurance)

broken ipod after stepping on it (replaced with warranty)

left shoes and cell phone charger on road trip (money charged on cc to send home)

left cell phone charger on another road trip (oh well, now uses car charger only)

lost books (both semesters charged against scholarship)

Those are just the "tangible" mishaps that got TPM .

This year shows improvement.

I like the idea of tracking devices.

However in our case, not a crime of poor generics, on Mom's side at least.

Bullwinkle

We may be related. Is he, they, left-handed by any chance, like me? Jr is not nearly as bad as I was, him being right handed and all.

My organizational skills were so bad when I was younger Mother made me wear mittens tied together with a string up one sleeve and down the other. I finally told her they embarressed me to no end and the kids teased me.

Luckily, I didn't need mittens but a year longer. I went to college in Florida.

I did remember Jr and his freshman teammates recalling their second roadtrip. Seems they got to the Metrodome for a tourney last spring, for Game 1 against Harvard, I think. Jr was in charge of the bag full of practice balls, Freshman 2 was in charge of some bat bag, Freshman 3 was incharge of some pitchers bag. They unload the bus, get dressed, hit the field to warm up and "Voila"......the bats, balls and other stuff needed is ........back at the hotel.

Well, for the rest of the trip, if you saw the 3 freshman, you saw the three missing bags, at lunch, breakfast, dinner, or shopping at the Mall of America, which privides baby strollers, just big enough for bat bags and such.

Look out Jr...



Dad's not happy.

Dear Mr Moose,

I always thought Moose were like elephants and had good memories? I dont think it is genetics. I think it is the "wonderful" teenage years. LOL

And dont feel so bad - my eldest was so forgetful when he was a teenager that I was glad he just found his way home after school.

Bully,

No sympathy here.

My 15 year-old lefty has lost cell phones, wallets, $275 cash, homework, batting gloves, himself at a 4th of July fireworks show (we found him) among other things.

When I question him about the occasional less than acceptable test grade, he can't remember taking the test.

His room looks like hurricane blew through it and we found a pair of shoes in his closet he outgrew while Clinton was in office.

He worries about absolutely nothing in his life and he wakes up everyday like he forgot everything he ever learned up to that point.

Yes, Dad04, he is left-handed...gotta be related to that somehow.

OMG, just a thought, husband is a lefty!

Son inherited his forgetfullness, why couldn't it have been use of the LEFT HAND!

Dad04,
That story is hysterical!

I am glad to know we are not the only ones. My left handed son not only dropped his cell phone in the toilet but he flushed. Because it clogged the toilet, we spent the evening taking the toilet apart to find it lodged in the drain. The phone was a week old and was still on and working. I cannot tell you how many chargers he has left on road trips. The latest being the charger to his laptop.(Luckily he remembered the laptop). The thought of him living on his own next year scares me to death. Good kid but very blonde. He has improved, however, on keeping track of his equipment.

LHP,

Through all my above tribulations, he has enriched my life and I love him dearly. I tend towards the organized, so I have had to rethink how to deal with someone so left-handed and so blonde.

It is really an interesting journey!

On another road trip he fell asleep with his per diem $$ in his hand after they gave it to him. It fell on the floor, out of his hand while he slept in the dark on the bus. He got off the bus leaving probably more than $100 on the floor.

I guess it's just green paper.

He just made a Moosetake.

Some thoughts:

Why was he carrying a cell around with him? We keep ours so that the sheriff can monitor them.

The Glove was broken anyway. You admitted as much.

Lost Contacts? He can find more people that can hook him up with rich and powerful people if he makes the team.

Hotter than a habanero? You're a Moose! It isn't genetics at all. Mooses shouldn't even know what a habanero is. Perhaps that's the problem. You affected the little Moose from birth.

I used to get on my kids for things like that. Losing things, breaking things, being more responsible, having respect for others, getting good grades.

Then one day when we were at my big brothers house for the holidays he brings a box down from his attic that has many of my personal souvenirs from my younger years. Things like sports awards and memorabilia, school stuff, news clippings, picture of my old girlfriend and myself, and of course OLD REPORT CARDS.

My kids were drawn to my report cards and my wife was drawn to the old girlfriends picture.

Needless to say I lost all credibility.

So with that Bullwinkle, all I can say is hide all of skeletons in your closet...especially from big brothers (and sisters). They have a lot to get back at for through the years.

Take his XBOX away for a week. He'll be mad for a day and then win an oscar for displaying more remorse than you thought possible.

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Originally posted by momandcpa:
Left handedness vs right handedness has some bearing, maybe. However, I have read medical articles before that say boys' brains are not fully formed until they are 18-20 years of age (can't remember the exact age). I swear -- I'm not making this up!

I beleive you, you sure the article said 18-20? Sometimes I have to remind Mr.TPM of his age!

O Joyful day! O glorious hour!
Bullwinkle is in high spirits and Jr has been pardoned.

(The below is a true account to what has happened over the last one hour)

Bullwinkle Cell phone rings: “I'm too **** for my shirt too **** for my shirt,
So **** it hurts, And I'm too **** for Milan, too **** for Milan,
New York and Japan”

Bullwinkle: “Hi, Jr.”
Jr: “Dad, I’m ready to be picked up….Oh and by the way, I found my cell and Baseball Glove.”
Bullwinkle: Gasp then skepticism “Where?”
Jr: “Coach gave them to me; one of the seniors took them as a prank.”
Bullwinkle: “OK, good I’ll see you soon”

Drive to HS, pick up Jr

Bullwinkle: “So what’s the story?”
Jr: “Well it started on Monday…..one of the senior infielders asked me to go to the shed and get some curve balls. I looked at him confused, then he said that they were on the shelf in the shed next to the left field pole key. So and ran to the shed, and from the doorway at the top of my lungs I say….’Hey Smitty, there aren’t any curve balls in here. It must be your lucky day, cause you can’t hit a fastball, what makes you think you can hit a curve ball?’ I guess that ticked him off, me being a freshman and all….”
Bullwinkle: “Dude, that’s hilarious”
Jr: “Well, not to Smitty, he’s been trying to get back at me all week since them. Coach saw him going through lockers and caught him taking my stuff. Smitty told the coach that it was a senior prank on the freshman, Coach said it was ok,,,,,as long as I got my stuff back on Friday.”
Bullwinkle: “Uhm…..”
Jr: “Smitty took my stuff, put it in a bag, and raised it up the flag pole.”
Bullwinkle: “How did you find out that it was yours?”
Jr: “Coach told us we could go home early today, if the field was maintained perfectly. When we were done, he yelled at us saying that equipment was still on the field, and that it was my stuff and all the underclassmen would have to run stars until I got my stuff off the field. I ran around in circles with the seniors laughing their butts off until some of the sophomores saw the bag on the flagpole.”
Bullwinkle: “Then you got it down…”
Jr: “right”

Bullwinkle Cell phone rings: “I'm too **** for my shirt too **** for my shirt,
So **** it hurts, And I'm too **** for Milan, too **** for Milan,
New York and Japan”

Bullwinkle: “Hi honey, I got Jr and I am driving him home”
Mrs. Bullwinkle: Ok, did Jr talk to the coach about his glove?”
Bullwinkle: “Didn’t have to, he got senior pranked.”
Mrs. Bullwinkle: “Who’s Frank?”
Bullwinkle: “No, no, no, he got pranked, Jr found his glove on the flag pole.”
Mrs. Bullwinkle: “Frank? Frank Pole?”
Bullwinkle: pulls phone from ear….looks at phone and shakes his head. “I’ll be home in five minutes dear.”
Mrs. Bullwinkle: “Don’t you start up with me. There’s not a Frank Pole on the team….what’s Franks mother name, I want to talk to her.”
Bullwinkle: “Honey….I can’t hear you………you……breaking….up….hissing sound”
Bullwinkle: Hangs up phone.
Jr: “That was Mom”
Bullwinkle: “Yep, and 50% of her DNA is rushing though your bloodstream.”

Bullwinkle Cell phone rings: “I'm too **** for my shirt too **** for my shirt,
So **** it hurts, And I'm too **** for Milan, too **** for Milan,
New York and Japan”

Bullwinkle turns up radio to ear crushing levels.

Smile fo me daddy
(What you lookin at)
Let me see ya grill
(Let you see my what)
Ya, ya grill ya, ya, ya grill
(Rob da jewelry store and tell 'em make me a grill)
Smile fo me daddy
(What you lookin at)
I want to see your grill
(You wanna see my what)
Ya, ya grill ya, ya, ya grill
(Had a whole top diamonds and da bottom rose gold)


(Ok, not totally true……but you get the point.)

Quote: "I say….’Hey Smitty, there aren’t any curve balls in here. It must be your lucky day, cause you can’t hit a fastball, what makes you think you can hit a curve ball?’

Well Moose.......Seems like Junior did get Senior's sense of humor......

Our loveable lefty has lost or broken 6 phones including 2 nice ones kicked into different swimming pools on back to back Fridays last summer and one last month into the toilet.
Also 1 stolen from health club. I had a great conversation on direct-connect with the punks who stole it. Wife is still stunned by what she heard 2 yrs. later.
Also lost, stolen, or broken cd's, vid games/systems, various music devices, gloves, hats, keys, hs books etc. And just yesterday a lost or stolen wallet with license & debit card as well as another $40.00 parking ticket. Also learned a bookstore goof he made just turned books on scholly into books on dad.
Not sure if I'm more embarrassed by what he's done or that I haven't been able to do anything to limit it or stop it.
Keep telling him he'd better get more responsible quickly or get lot's of A's and/or find a 92 mph heater to support his forgetfulness someday. Still a good kid and never in any trouble so we roll with it for now.

Bully,


FWIW, It doesn't always get any better. I have a 35 year old son who loses cell phones, clothes, billfolds, and especially keys, it seems like daily!

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Bullwinkle: “Hi honey, I got Jr and I am driving him home”
Mrs. Bullwinkle: Ok, did Jr talk to the coach about his glove?”
Bullwinkle: “Didn’t have to, he got senior pranked.”
Mrs. Bullwinkle: “Who’s Frank?”
Bullwinkle: “No, no, no, he got pranked, Jr found his glove on the flag pole.”
Mrs. Bullwinkle: “Frank? Frank Pole?”
Bullwinkle: pulls phone from ear….looks at phone and shakes his head. “I’ll be home in five minutes dear.”
Mrs. Bullwinkle: “Don’t you start up with me. There’s not a Frank Pole on the team….what’s Franks mother name, I want to talk to her.”
Bullwinkle: “Honey….I can’t hear you………you……breaking….up….hissing sound”
Bullwinkle: Hangs up phone.
Jr: “That was Mom”
Bullwinkle: “Yep, and 50% of her DNA is rushing though your bloodstream.”

When were you at my house?

PGStaff, I am almost afraid to ask you if your son is left handed.

quote:

I have read medical articles before that say boys' brains are not fully formed until they are 18-20 years of age

momandcpa
My research indicates 35-50 years is the point of full(est possible) maturation of the male brain.

PG

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I have a 35 year old son who loses cell phones........

Andy?? Nooo....wayyy...He'll snap out of it soon. Maybe an executive assistant would help till then.

What's with cell phones and toilets.

Oh, I get it, must be a guy thing!

I love these posts - they're very funny!!
My sons lose jackets, jackets and more jackets. They are now wearing mine (moms) that's all that are left! Luckily nothing much else has been lost.
There was a very learned article in one of the British medical journals about teenagers and their brains. Basically they don't have much in them until they are about 20. One of their quotes was "they act much like aliens from another planet" so I guess we can't expect much from them, the teenagers/aliens!

Dad04, you candor is remarkable. Fullest possible maturation. Not maturation, just fullest possible (heaves havy sign). Ain't it the flippin' truth.

I regard the lost items and can't-find-them-when they are there as two of the more common side effects of testosterone poisoning.

Bull, you are very funny!

After having conducted a scientific study for the past 5 minutes (errr, reading this thread), supported by an ongoing domestic trial currently at the 19 year point, I have concluded without a doubt that the combination of testosterone and baseball glove leather creates a documented cognitive syndrome scientifically termed "Valubylus Misplacement Syndrome" but more commonly known as "Whattheheck Wuzzythinking".

the correct medical term is etchasketchitis.this occurs when we men(at any age)in an abrupt or slow manner shake our head thus clearing most if not all memory.we can however remember everthing that has nothing to do with anything.i was diagnosed with this shortly after getting married,actually my wife explained it to me as i'm not quite able to understand difficult things like this.for awhile i thought it was just married men who had this. then the guys at work got it, then my boys.it's a world wide thing, according to the wife there is no cure.so find some comfort in knowing your not alone.

I have to tell you that before I began coaching I used to think all the things my kids did were unique unto themselves---then I discovered that all kids had the same "ailments"
-- and they seem to keep these traits there entire life

TPM- I'm with you...what's the deal with cell phones and the toilet? Maybe one of you guys could enlighten me...

Bully, great stuff. I just came from the garage where I was bolting my 20 yr old son's head back on. I used lock washers this time as the other bolts kept coming loose.

To Bullwinkle:
To all parents who have sons:

Bullwinkle-absolutely hilarious with your permission would like to email to friends who also have suffered through the absent-minded teen blues. Thanks for the laugh

My son, after we retrieved the phone from the toilet, said he could never understand how someone would drop the phone in the toilet. Had the phone in the pouch of his sweatshirt, leaned over to flush and oops down goes the phone. Last night while we are at high school basketball game, cell phone rings, alls I can hear is something about hitting something with his car. Ooops, pole jumped out behind him while backing up. First dent in car. At least no injuries.

Interesting tidbits - I didn't realize that the toilet/cell phone thing was such an epidemic! My son dropped his in a toilet at Georgetown College during a baseball tournament a couple of years ago! I guess he's been more careful ever since as they've all stayed dry so far!

And I thought my son was the ONLY ONE!! He accidentally flushed his down a public toilet a few months ago. The look on his face when he emerged from said establishment was priceless. After my hubby got over his initial rage and dismay (OH---hubby is left-handed---that's part of the problem, right??), he sent a gurgling message to son's still accessible voicemail, pretending to be the drowning cell phone. We never did find Nemo, however!

This thread is the funniest thing I've read all weekend... Bullwinkle, you sure you wern't in my house? Woo... as of baseball stuff, I care to much about it to even let it out of my sight... Cell phones though... I've experienced the toilet ugh and the pool ugh...



-gg3

My son has 3 gloves as he pitches,catches,and plays 1st.On all 3 I have burned in his name with a wood burning tool.They can be purchased at wal-mart or hobby store.Can't be marked out as grooved in leather.Hope this idea helps...