Westmoreland Asays

I took the older boys to a free party at the Rose Garden to watch the Blazers play in their first playoff game of the season. We took the bus, of course, which brought a happy cheer out of Aaron. Unfortunately, the highlight was at half-time watching Eddie break-dance in the aisles. I normally won't blame the refs for my team playing poorly, but even Aaron could tell that they weren't blowing the whistle fairly on both ends of the floor. Aaron also spent most of the game sitting quietly in his chair, commenting about how he thought the crowd was funny for cheering on the Blazers and doing the normal game chants even though the Blazers couldn't hear them (I had the exact same thought, too). I apologize for the poor visuals; they are from my cell phone.

Some of Meg's friends invited her to go roller skating with them at Oaks Park; her sister Nichole kindly volunteered to babysit the boys, so I tagged along (just to make the following video, of course). I thought it funny that her friends said I was a good skater. I started roller skating around the time I was in  kindergarten (before it was required at public schools), since our school took trips to Salem's Skate Palace every-other-month. I even had my own pair of skates and used to pretend to be a member of the US Olympic hockey team from 1980 and would frequently reenact their victory over the USSR at make-believe matches in our garage using my great-grandpa's cane as a hockey stick, a wiffle ball for a puck, and laundry baskets for goals. But I can't do much of anything other than go forward at a rapid pace without falling. But it's a decent workout, I enjoy it, and Meg put up with my antics and had a good time despite me.