Van Morrison, late night soccer and speaking.

I gave another of my little "funny motivational" speeches yesterday. Seemed to go over well and I'm getting more and more confident.
My sermon is called "Failing to Succeed" and I talk about how I've tried and failed at any number of things on my way to career mediocrity.
I should call it Unemployment Loves Company.
I got several nice comments including this one.
"I really enjoyed your nuggets!"
Which I found out after meant little bits of wisdom. Damm I was thinking I may get some new side action. (Note to Randee. I'm kidding. I don't need any side action your all the chick I need.)

Charlie played her first game under the lights last night. Very cool but very late. Got her home at 10:45 and off to bed at 11.
I love going to games with her for any number of reasons but the ride there and back with her alone is one of the best.
It's those talks in the car that I remember with my Dad. He never yelled at me during my Hockey games but he always had some words of encouragement on the ride home.
She still seems to want to hear what I have to say about her performance so I'm enjoying every minute of it.
I know the day is coming soon when she won't be that interested.

Finally I was doing my "business" this morning and I read that Van Morrison is coming to the Humming Bird Centre July 5.
Ok. That's nice. But then I read that tickets are on sale for $218 dollars for any seat in the house.
$218! Are you freaking kidding me?
Van comes out, does Into the Mystic, Brown eyed Girl and Moondance and you want us to fork over a couple of hundred bucks.
Unless Van picks me up, takes me for dinner and then lets me sit beside him on stage, he's not getting my $218.
"Hey Daddy, someones at the door."
"That's just Van Morrison honey, tell him I'll be right there."