Lost Blogs: Day 2

I don’t really know my mom and dad all that well. I was taken from them at an early age and raised by a nice elderly couple.

I use “nice” very loosely. Yes, they were good to me, but only for a very brief period of time.

My adoptive father was prone to delusions of grandeur. He was pretty damned old when I was but an infant and he thought he was still in good enough shape to “fight the good fight.” Yeah, the imbecile enlisted in the Great War – the big war that was going on among all the nations of the world.

My adoptive mother cried. Day in and day out. I never realized someone could have that many tears inside them.

I never cried but she always shared her pain with me, nonetheless. I was her source of comfort. Her rock. Her reason to live while Augie was away. She even referred to me using a derivation of a cutesy little nickname she had developed for him – her big, brave trooper.

An idiot is all he was in my mind.

Why? Well, after he left, she was forced to liquidate the family business. And rather than subject me to the horrors of poverty, she put me up for adoption. She wanted me to have a good home.

And I did just that. I was adopted by a guy named Sam. Sam was a far cry from Augie and his wife, though. He pushed me. He made me work for my keep. He whipped me into shape.

Arguably, what Sam did for and to me made me into the champion that I was.


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H.F. Peterman

I still dont know. Sports figure? Big Red? Partner and a coach? I'll get it one of these days. This contest is like a 40 person game of charades.

Rabbit

I've still got nothing.

harmonyinline

I don’t have even a hint of a clue.

Scott

Very creative. I enjoyed this one.

Jaclyn

This is so much fun! I have an idea who you are, but I'm not sure yet.

mikey

I still have no idea Kev.

Karl

Yeah, um, sports. Did I mention that I was absent the day they taught sports?

Brandon

Frodo?

Nicole

If it is a sports person, then I will probably never get it. Unless he was a figure skater. Was he a figure skater Kevin?

Jacynth

I don't know why...but I'm guessing Joe DiMaggio, just because he was, well, sporty.

Kathleen

Lou Gehrig?

MadIrishMan

I know! I know! I know! OR DO I????????????? ;)

suze

I'm still not sure although my first idea still fits...i think...hmmm. i'm intrigued :)

groovebunny

I'm still clueless. :(

sandra

Kevin, I'm thrown. But in a way that makes me think, "I'm SO going to be annoyed that I didn't think of this when he tells us who he is!"

Michael

I know the answer... at first I thought it was one of his Australian counterparts, but that wasn't the case. Excellent writing from your friend Kevin here. The answer is posted at http://plebsquad.com/michael/articles/lostbloggers.htm, along with answers to a few other Lost Blogs that I've answered - don't click there if you don't want to have it spoiled!

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