A Midsummer Night's Game

July was the month of lawn games. The grass spends six months of the year covered in snow, and two more months looking all brown and nizasty. During the 4 months of the year that it is looking pristine and pretty we celebrate its health by beating the living daylights out of it with blunt objects and mallets. For this, my first Fathers Day, Zoe got me a croquet set and a bag of Bocce Balls. For those of you who aren't familiar with Bocce Ball, you're missing a lot. I don't remember if this sport is as famous back in Utah as it is out here, but all's I gotta say is yehaw! We've read up on all the rules and might soon become gold medalists. Except we really suck. But there's something very therapeutic about hurling a heavy chunk of rock as close as you can to a smaller chunk of rock. And speaking of strange lawn games, we've discovered an odd bean bag hurling game that always seems to show up at tailgating events. I don't know how to play this game, but people are quite serious about it. Ah the summer.