Getting tagged

Apparently, this is the internet version of playing tag: Somebody with a weblog tags you, and then you are obligated to do as they say and then tag other people. Or something like that. In this case, I was tagged by Cousin Anne. I am to tell five random facts about myself. Pretty tough to come up with something that hasn't already been beaten to death already on this blog, such as the fact that I am a pipe organ fiend. But here goes:

1) My wrestling record in 7th grade was 2 wins and 18 losses. I wrestled at 68 lbs. In eighth grade my record was 5 wins and 16 losses at 82 lbs. In ninth grade, I was 9-9 at 92 lbs and finished third place (out of three contestants) in the Pine to Prairie junior high tournament--at which time I retired and became a student manager.

2) I went out for baseball in ninth grade and batted .162 with several errors in the outfield. Despite my abysmal statistics, I was so miffed at being left off the A-squad that I went home after the B-squad season ended and didn't attend or listen to the A-squad tournament games. The team ended up getting second in state without me, which I didn't find out until the fair in July.

3) One of my dreams is to become the public address announcer for a major league baseball team.

4) If I weren't in the nursery business, I would probably be a moderately discontented history professor at a liberal arts college somewhere. (The other day, I asked a high school buddy who I ran across what he was keeping busy with, and he replied, "oh, I am a disgruntled corn stove repairman!" I thought that was a great way to put it.)

5) If I didn't have such a weak stomach, I think I would like to be a very good surgeon. I just don't have the stuff for that job, however. This ambition arises because I have been helped twice in my life by innovative surgeons at the top of their field. One of them is now in danger of losing his license to practice medicine because of his somewhat overly thorough pre-surgical examinations of female patients. I would say, give him a chaperone and let him practice--he worked a miracle on me.