Jack Arthur

NOTE TO READER: You know how Saturday Night Live is prone to exaggeration?  Well, I might have taken a wee bit of SNL persuasion in that department when describing Jack for this blog, but not much; I promise, not much.

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This is Jack Arthur.  Mr. everything, Mr. all around, Mr. top jock.  This child is amazing, and he is only 6!

You know those incredibly great Dos Equis beer commercials on TV right now?  I love them; so original.  Here is this Mr. Everything in the commercial (about age 60), in one scene he is wrestling a great white shark, the next scene he is standing bare chested on top of Mt. Everest, the next scene he is walking on the moon, and the final scene has him with a dozen Barbie's and a dozen Bambie's wrapped around his arms heading to the academy awards to pick up his Oscar.  That is Jack.  No kidding, that is going to be Jack.  This child is an animal.  A beast.  A force to be reckoned with!

Jack Arthur is the winner of the 2nd annual Pappy Awards for "Most Competitive" grandchild.  Matter of fact, I'm going to go ahead and award him the trophy for the next 100 years, as there is no one that will every top Jack's competitiveness.  Never.  Ever. 

This boy is a machine.  Jack might lose a game now and then, but in his mind, he is still the best.  And he really is the best.  He is a natural athlete.  A natural talent.  He is good at every sport he plays.  He loves sports.  When I see him, his first comment is usually something about a game he just came from, and his greeting goes like this: "Hi Pappy, we won, but the left fielder is no good, and I caught all the balls, and hit 10 home runs." 

As of today, this is his weekly schedule that his Mom has him enrolled in:

Monday: Indoor lacrosse, outdoor water polo, shot put, ballet (you ought to see him nail the Pirouette!) and cross country skiing.

Tuesday: Football, baseball, Foosball, volleyball, and competitive kite flying.  I had no idea that kite flying could be so competitive until I went to his first 'game', and saw the way he was taking out all the near by kites with moves of stealth!

Wednesday: Basketball, competitive checkers, Nerf darts, and disc golf.

Thursday: Boys high school triathlon, girls softball, girls hockey, and speed skating.

Friday: He starts his day by seeing a shrink over playing with girls, as he gets so frustrated that the girls on his softball team don't know how to run to first base, nor why the girls on his hockey team always miss the goal.  But, from there, he moves straight to high diving, low diving, weight lifting for youngsters, and finishes the day with his weekly 13.1 half-marathon run.  His time is down to below 4 hours for the 13.1!

Saturday: Boys soccer, bare back bronco riding, goat roping, and gymnastics (specializing in the pommel horse and rings).

Sunday: Competitive charcoal championships (he grills up a wicked Brat!), turkey shoot, skeet shoot, mud wresting with hogs, and competitive ax grinding.

I'm pretty sure I have left off a few things.  I can't remember them all.

When Jack goes pro, I want to be his Agent.  This little boy is going places.  Write it down, write it down now; this little boy is going to be playing pro something, someday.  Guaranteed.  You can't have his winning attitude, his winning personality, his killer smile, and his gorgeous looks without being a pro something.

He's got the goods! 

Go get 'em Jack Arthur ~ go get 'em!  I love you!