A Star is born.

I have to admit, I know next to nothing about babies. I know they're small. I know they're delicate. I know their heads are ridiculously soft. That's about the extent of my knowledge.

A buddy of mine had his first child today. He's incredibly excited. So excited in fact, that he sent out tons of pictures to just about everyone in the English-speaking world. I really wish he would've warned me first. Nobody ever told me exactly how gross-looking newborn babies actually are. Granted, I'm sure it's a completely different feeling if it's actually your child, but in all honesty, I thought the kid looked like some kind of  weird dehydrated chicken-looking thing that had been dipped in Jell-O. Whatever. From what I hear, she'll be pretty cute once she's grown into her head.

Of course, everyone's going bananas over the birth. I don't really get this either. Everybody's been running around congratulating the father. Why? The mother's the one that did all the work. Well... my friend did put in some effort (roughly nine months ago, and I really wouldn't call it work.) But honestly, he didn't do much. He got her to the hospital. Other than that, he basically hung out in the delivery room telling his wife to remember to breathe. Thank God for that. She may have forgotten if he wasn't there. Who knows?

He did name the child though. He called her "Star." Do you believe that? What is this, 1967? Was "Moonbeam" taken? I am now of the opinion that children make adults do stupid things.I have seen it firsthand.  Take it or leave it, that's my opinion.  

That reminds me of something I can't remember.

I've gotten to be a little nostalgic lately. It's not that I've been thinking about past experiences, old friends or really anything that would make sense.  I've actually been reminiscing over things  I was never even around for. It's weird, I'll be the first to admit it. 

I don't know why this is happening. It could be because I watch the History Channel way more often than someone my age has a right to. As a result I have become completely jaded with the past. Not the far past, but the recent past (relatively speaking.) I never thought the cavemen had it made. And there's no way I would ever have wanted to live during say, the Dark Ages. Probably because I wouldn't have been a prince or a knight or anything like that. Realistically speaking, I probably would have been some nameless peasant that died because the local barber performed some unnecessary surgery. The Dark Ages definitely would  have sucked.

I think being alive for the recent past probably wouldn't be that bad. Personally, I wouldn't mind being around for the 1950's. From what I can tell, it seemed like a pretty decent time. (Granted, maybe not for everyone.) 

I would have loved to see the Dodgers play in Ebbets Field. I would've loved to have had the Mantle/Snyder argument. I would've liked to have seen Jackie Robinson "hit that ball." I would've liked to have prayed for Gill Hodges, and I would've loved to tell Yankee fans to "wait 'till next year." I was cheated out of all that good stuff before I was even a thought. 

Every so often I'll watch the Dodgers play out in LA. I really don't care who wins. I just watch in the hopes that a Los Angeles "fan" will take a foul ball right to his/her cosmetically-enhanced nose. Anyone who shows up to a ball game after the third inning, and leaves before the seventh, just to beat traffic, isn't really a fan anyway. But, as always, that's just my humble opinion.