Mar. 31, 2008 - What are the odds?
What are the odds that a father and son would decide to play wiffle ball in a backyard on Saturday afternoon?
What are the odds that they would position themselves so that the batter was facing the house?
What are the odds that they would leave the back door of the house open on this particular Saturday afternoon?
What are the odds that, due to the father's brilliant pitching, the son would whiff on the first eight pitches?
What are the odds that he would crush the ninth pitch launching a screaming line drive?
What are the odds that mom would be walking through the kitchen with a skillet of newly scrambled eggs?
What are the odds that the mom with the eggs would be walking ten feet inside the backdoor at the exact moment that the aforementioned line drive burst into the kitchen?
What are the odds that the wiffle ball would strike the mom on the knuckle of the hand holding the skillet?
What are the odds that she would somehow manage to hold on to the skillet despite the searing pain from the well hit wiffle ball?
What are the odds that the wrong thing for the father to say to just hit mom is "Why didn't you catch it? If a ball hits you in the hands you should be able to catch it."?
The odds are pretty good around our household. Pretty good, I tell ya.