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Carnahan Chronicles Radio: My son puked on me while watching playoff baseball & other Orlando sports happenings

As if being a first-time parent wasn’t tough enough, my 22-month old son greeted me with a new surprise in the world of parenting last week while we sat on the recliner together to watch afternoon postseason baseball. I’m still not sure if it was the actual act of puking, or the clean-up that followed, that nearly made me sick to my own stomach.

( – Click here for the story of J.C. being puked on and hear him talk about Orlando sports – )

The segment continues with talk about the pedestrian expectations of the Orlando Magic and the overwhelmingly huge payout for one Orlando City Soccer Club player.

Stuart Scott Is Fighting For His Life

The best part of last night’s ESPYs award show on ESPN came in the final moments when long-time anchor Stuart Scott accepted an award named in honor of former basketball coach Jim Valvano, who lost his battle with cancer in 1993.

Scott has been fighting the same battle over the past seven years. During a touching and inspiring speech last night he shared the most recent struggle he’s had with the disease over the previous week and what’s inspired him to continue pushing forward. It was a beautiful and seemingly deliberate soliloquy, one delivered in front of a national audience that will forever be the go-to clip of Scott long after he’s gone.

It mystifies me that with all the medical developments our world has made over the decades, that cancer continues to kick our ass the way it does. Here’s hoping the fight will one day be won.

Catching A Foul Ball At A Major League Baseball Game is Awesome

My son has a very cool mom. On Mother’s Day we took her to St. Petersburg to see the Cleveland Indians play the Tampa Bay Rays. (Moms who love sports are keepers, kids.) We had great seats, right behind the home plate area along the first base side of the park at Tropicana Field.

The best decision we made though was moving across the aisle to sit in a less crowded area, because in the bottom of the seventh inning the most amazing thing happened. Logan Forsythe, whom I admittedly know little about, entered the game as a pinch-hitter and fouled a pitch from Cleveland reliever Marc Rzepczynski in our direction. I stood up and watched as the ball sailed over our heads and bounced off the siding of the second level.

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Scribbling On Cardboard with a Colored Pencil

My 16-month old son is a lot like his dad. Neither of us likes to waste our time in bed too early in the night.

Tonight he stayed up late and scribbled some lines on a piece of cardboard with a “Vietnam Blue” colored pencil. I had never before heard of this Vietnam version of blue before tonight, but it’s got a nice look to it.

It was interesting to watch him work the pencil without even realizing what all the lines were creating. Looking forward to seeing him add another color or two in the days ahead.

So far it looks like there’s a guy posing in a hat, suit and tie.

Cash Art I

Cash Art II