One, Two, Three Strikes...

Oktoberfest was awesome, yes. Definitely the BEST I'd ever been too.

But I went 3 years without hearing "Achy Breaky Heart" and I would not be disappointed if the streak was extended indefinitely. Not to mention that the Oompa band could have been playing any other Oktoberfest tune... Strike one for Billy Ray Cyrus.

Michelle and I went out for dinner to celebrate our "Over the Hump" party on Friday night. We had planned on supporting the special olympics fundraising event at Chilis on base. But the line of 40 people out the front door put a kabosh on that, baby momma can't wait to feed the Ken/Barbie-sized baby in the belly. So we settled for the closest dining facility, the Rocker All-Hands club on Kadena, 2 minutes away. The lights were dimmed just right to see Michelle's smile over over the glow of the candlelight. The food: delicious. The Seafood Chowder was good (not as good as San Fran), and the Asian Flank Steak au jus melted the tastebuds. The Cheesecake Factory Key Lime Cheesecake was tart enough for Michelle to make a little sour face. It was like watching our niece Ava take a bite of the lemon that looked so good, but was oh so sour as we all giggled like schoolkids. We laughed, giggled, talked about last week's adventures and our upcoming trip to Tokyo next weekend. And then the music went from classical to you guessed it "Achy Breaky Heart". Strike Two.

The count is currently at 0-2, but I really don't want to hear Achy Breaky again. Some may say "I just don't think you'll understand." But I don't understand it, nor do I want to try to understand it anymore. Just file it away in the archives to never be heard again. Just because Hannah Montana is popular, let it be. We don't need to bring back her dad's music.

Still on the baseball theme. How do the Rays go from sweep the Red Sox earlier in the season, to playing like a group looking like they don't want to win?