The proof is in the Ballpark

This is part three of the story, which explains all life on planet Earth.

Because you asked.

When we left off, Bobby Franks took the day off work, sneezed and watched as impending doom came his way in the form of a devastating meteor.

The planet was completely destroyed. Chunks of rock shoot out into space in all directions, collided with nearby planets upsetting their orbits, causing more planetary destruction. The explosion was spectacular as observed thousands of years later by a young amateur astronomer named Buddy, as well as professional astronomers.

It was a wake-up call for the world’s scientists as they witnessed an entire solar system lay to waste. Thirty years later, the planet gets its act together and shoots towards the stars in an attempt to begin a space exploration campaign that they believed would someday save the planet.

You see, after several years of observation, it became evident that some of that wasted solar system would head right toward the planet. Doom was eminent and there was no time to loose when it came to colonizing the stars, or at least nearby planets as starters.

Meanwhile, Buddy grew up and had a son he liked to call Sunny.

Sunny grew up and had bills to pay; Sunny grew Sunnier day by day by day.

Sunny sits alone in his room and studies his old wrinkled hands; runs his fingers through his thinning gray hair. He picks up his fathers telescope and looks toward the stars.

Not quite the astronomer his father was, he knows enough to spot something out of the ordinary. Too fast for a shooting star, it dropped down fast. He tries to connect his father’s old camera to the telescope but as he fumbles with the device, he can see the glow through his window and quickly takes a few snaps before it hits the ground.

The sound is that of a mortar shell exploding as he watches it hit just a few miles off. Sonny knows exactly where it is…

Racing through the streets to the old ballpark, he gets out and joins the small crowd looking at the crater made by the little chunk of rock. He took a few photos, went home and spent a sleepless night imagining where it must have come from.

The small rock was taken for study by the university and later taken by the space administration for further study.

The results were unbelievable.

And know you know.

COMING NEXT: Just a bit of the chills!

The busy week

This was a busy week for me.

My employer sent me to Las Vegas for a few days which you think would have been a fun filled adventure in between work gigs, but I had to go with Norman, who seems to have a knack to make things more complicated and difficult than they really are.

In short, everything took twice as long as it should have which meant I couldn’t enjoy the strip at all. But I did get a good look at all the crap squished into a few blocks of space. It’s just too crowded for my liking,

I’m from the Mid-west. I like open spaces.

I got back at 1am on Friday and was in bed by 2am and up again at 8am to work on the yard. My wife had to work, and I had to get the yard work done early. She left and I watched the kids til Mid-afternoon. When she got home, I finished the yard including more mowing and dumping out old sand and putting in new.

Then the ol’ lady went to the store for the final party stuff for the girl’s birthday party on Sunday, drinks and what-not. I rented a carnival “bouncer” for the kids and was up until Midnight doing research to make sure I knew where a 20 amp outlet was for the bouncer.

Then the baby was up every hour that night ‘cause she had a fever which is gone now. The guy set up the bouncer and everybody took a nap while I got the cake and ice for drinks, and then the party.

The whole event was a lot of fun for the kids and the girls got so many presents that I had to put them in the basement upwrapped but unopened in a pile. Our plan is to let baby gurl 1 open one present a day. Cleaning up and setting up a place in the basement took ‘til Midnight on Sunday.

Monday morning it was back to work.

This is why the column is so late, busy, busy, busy.

So what I was talking about last week was how we came to be: Humans I mean.

In summary from last week Bobby Franks took the day off work, sneezed on the ground while getting the paper and looked up. That was the last thing he did.

Turns out a meteor was supposed to swing by the planet causing tide risings, earthquakes, weather changes, ect. But the science guys were a little off.

It smacked right into the planet and vaporized it. Everything instantly died. Plants, people, fish, everything.

Well, almost everything.

As things would have it, one thing survived.

COMING NEXT: What happened?!