Stalking Skunks (Chris)

Are the animals a threat to endangered birds on Martha's Vineyard?

Could it be any more evident what is happening? So many signs are pointing our way. This is our year. I am not sure if anyone remembers us discussing that it would be only the skunks of Martha’s Vineyard that could prevent us from attaining what many in the sporting world refer to as the most coveted prize in sport.*

Just simply consider the facts that have led us to where we are right now. First the formation of an incredible league that enables our destinies to overlap like the peanut butter and jelly to become one. Then the discovery of a Charlottesville institution, Black Cat Skate Shop, clearly placed on this earth to allow the youth of today the skate wildly and aggressively (although not in parking lots or on certain sidewalks…boooo!). As well the youth of yesterday (and the day before) to protect and accentuation of our legs (below the knee of course) with tube socks and wristbands (thanks again Andy and Lisa!). And now, the skunks in Martha’s Vineyard are truly the final sign needed. We are undefeated much like our wonderful aromatically-gifted varmint friends, and like them…we are being stalked. Each and every Sunday we bond together and form a cohesive unit similar to the residue from that bumper sticker that was cool when you bought it, pretty cool when you put it on your car, and now, after much deliberation, has served its purpose and spread the good word but must make room for others. Its last stubborn adhesive substance fails to relinquish its place on the bumper despite all the dirt festival parking lot dust and winter salt, and that is us, we have been on the brink but fail to turn our spot on the undefeated bumper of life over to another team.

Now that Pluto has been voted out, I feel that all the other red rubber balls in the sky are making up for it and aligning to provide GMYLM the wonderful fortune to pull out another one run victory against a worthy opponent. The meteoric pace of the pitching rivaled that of a vacationing skunk in Martha’s Vineyard however each member of our family went to their happy place and made things happen both at the plate and in the field. Lunch Money will again call the cafeteria into order next Sunday and hopefully, when the recess bell rings, our pockets will be jangling!

be well

*Some may feel that context may be necessary for this comment. The panel discussion was discussing adult, co-ed games played with a red rubber ball in Charlottesville, Virginia, however the author felt the context neither aided nor detracted from the meaning of the statement within the text.