Saturday, March 1, 2008
We hit the jackpot
I would like to introduce my child, Number 51. He or she was given this moniker by my wonderful wife, who thought that it would take forever to conceive a child. You see, she thought of pregnancy like the lotto. To her, there were a bunch of eggs bouncing around in her ovaries just like the lotto balls do in the clear plastic containers on the tv lottery drawings. Each month, the lid on the ovary was removed, and one of the lucky balls came rolling down the tube. Lucky for us, the odds weren't stacked so much against us. The first month we tried, it was deemed to be number 44. The second, and lucky, month we hit the jackpot on number 51. Want to know what inspired the number to be 51? Those of you in St. Louis might just get a hint on what the name of our child will be if you can figure out that mystery.
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Before you choose Baracka, I suggest perusing Freakanomics...I may persuade you not to name little 51 Jahzzmynee.
While he was a great player, you may not name your child Willie McGee Griesemer for the sole reason that Willie McGee was perhaps the ugliest man to ever play baseball. And he always looked like he was smelling a fart. Now, if Ozzie had gas and it was not Willie's fault, then I am sorry. But until you prove this, you will have to go with Barack (if he wins).
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