So The US lost in the World Cup round of 16. Sucks but they were expected to go as fr as they did. I look at it this way: At least they advanced farther than the French and Italians. Also at least the US put up a fight, something you can't say about the English and the Mexican('t)s. Now at least I can watch the games and enjoy them without feeling any stress. Unlike some, I won't support another country I have no connection with. THis is why I took so much pleasure watching the Italians leaving the tournament. Now I don't have to watch a bunch of wanna-bes, WOPS, Ginnys, and greaseballs who will thump the chest covered with another nation's colors before they would do for the country they are citizens of.
This week I put my order in online for a new iPhone. I am not getting the full discounted price, but I am getting a break on it. It's going to be delivered to me by 7/14, but I'm not in a huge rush to get it. Why don't I go to the store to get it you ask? I don't want to be in that nonsense and potentially be a problem. At least I know I will have one in a couple weeks, and hopefully sooner. Seems the ones slated to be delivered by 7/2 already are going out and the 7/14 ones are the next batch. I cant' wait to get it mostly because I have an older one, the one released two years ago and it's starting to show it's age and limitations.
The worst part of this week, other than the job issues I have now, came from watching "Deadliest Catch". The episode this past week was about the captain named Phil Harris, who in the episode had a stroke and was rushed to the hospital. Later on he does die (it was reported months ago he did in the news), so I don't think I spoiled it there for you. That part got to me a bit, but what really almost had me crying was part of the show where he and his two sons were talking about their past, and how he was a father and his failures. Along with this was a pile of photos Phil and his sons were looking through, traveling down memory lane. I really almost was balling at this point, since it hit a nerve with me. It made me think about my dad a lot, and thinking of him stuck with me the rest of the week, even today. It was a little tough, but I did tal about him with people, telling them of some of the stuff he done, so that helped curb the sadness.
After all those thoughts, on Saturday I went to the graves of some of the most influential men who came before me. I first went to my Aunt and Uncle's grave, then to my Grandfather's grave and finally to my father's grave. Part of it was because I didn't go to their sites on Father's Day, and also part of it just to try to calm me in a way. It did help a lot and put my head in a better place. I couldn't go on Father's Day proper because I was in Mexico. I did get to see a couple men who are still new to the fatherhood game, but they are two men who should be fathers and have a lot to teach a new generation. I have no doubt both will develop their children into fine people.