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By education and experience - Accountant with a specialty in taxation. Formerly a CPA (license has lapsed). Masters degree in law of taxation from University of Denver. Now retired. Part time work during baseball season as receptionist & switchboard operator for the Colorado Rockies. This gig feeds my soul in ways I have trouble articulating. One daughter, and four grandchildren. I share the house with two cats; a big goof of a cat called Grinch (named as a joke for his easy going "whatever" disposition); and Lady, a shelter adoptee with a regal bearing and sweet little soprano voice. I would be very bereft if it ever becomes necessary to keep house without a cat.
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Getting older - Redux
Jamie Moyer, at age 49, pitched seven innings in a very nice game last night at Coors Field. He is now the oldest pitcher to win a baseball game. There are articles about his accomplishment all over the 'net this morning, I don't need to link to any of them, you can easily find them with a quick Google search on his name.
The Rockies are not off to a very confident start, but during the years I've followed them, I have developed a sense that starting slow gives us a better overall record in the long run.
My season also got off to a slow start. For the first time in my ten years of working there, I missed opening day, courtesy of a wicked asthma attack that would not let go of my bronchial system. Instead of my normal seated assignment, opening day means being on my feet for 5-6 hours, and the staff at my doctor's office thought that was a very bad idea. It's a sign of how lousy I truly felt that I said "OK."
But, courtesy of some magical drug potions and a few days rest, I was at the stadium for the second home game on the 11th.
So Jamie Moyer has a win, and I'm back living real life the way it should be, with 12-14 baseball games a month.
The Rockies are not off to a very confident start, but during the years I've followed them, I have developed a sense that starting slow gives us a better overall record in the long run.
My season also got off to a slow start. For the first time in my ten years of working there, I missed opening day, courtesy of a wicked asthma attack that would not let go of my bronchial system. Instead of my normal seated assignment, opening day means being on my feet for 5-6 hours, and the staff at my doctor's office thought that was a very bad idea. It's a sign of how lousy I truly felt that I said "OK."
But, courtesy of some magical drug potions and a few days rest, I was at the stadium for the second home game on the 11th.
So Jamie Moyer has a win, and I'm back living real life the way it should be, with 12-14 baseball games a month.
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