Girls Rule!

Now, back to what really matters. . .

After years of intensive study and rigorous debate experts have now confirmed that men and women are in fact different. . . (I wonder how much that cost)
The simple truth is Duh. . .
Now I could go on and explain the differences to you or regurgitate the findings of the afore mentioned study but I am afraid that if you do not already have somewhat of a grasp on this concept, well I believe you may be find yourself in trouble and constantly trying to explain your actions. Oh, and also trying to make sense out of those of the female gender.
Now don't get me wrong, of the two sexes, the fairer sex is by far my favorite. Just ask my wife, she'll tell you.
I live by a simple philosophy. I figured this out long ago.
 "If she is happy then I am happy"
Now if I have to explain this concept, you will never understand and  I am afraid you are forever hopeless. Now before I give to much away please watch.

Just Launched

So many changes and so much technology it is really hard to keep up sometimes. And just when you thought it was safe someone comes along and launches something new. Just because they can. . .
Well CSO Productions is no different. We proudly announce and would like to present to you the launch of the New Underground Video Radio Show!
Come check it out give us some feed back. . . Go ahead we can take it. Our feelings are not easily bruised.

Play Ball!

The smell of fresh cut grass, sun shining down upon the faces on a late spring morn, and the the words, "Play Ball!" are shouted out above the milling voices of the spectators. The hard cored ball, spun with fine thread, bound with leather is hurled with great velocity at the batter. As the tightly wrapped ball meets the tremendous swing of a thirty six-ounce hickory stick, the resounding "CRACK" can be heard well up into the upper deck. The crowd jumps to their feet. "And that ball is going. . . going. . . gone!" Yes a Major League Baseball game can certainly be fun and exciting. However, today as I went to pick up my eldest grand daughter from softball practice I was reminded of the time I was was an assistant coach on her very first T-ball team. Now as was then I am given a fresh appreciation for the game as well as wonderful treasures not found at any Major League stadium.

Throughout the extensive history of baseball the Majors have seen countless numbers of changes, from its humble beginnings way back in the 1800's, the gallantry and pageantry of a global multi million dollar money machine. Sometimes it seems the Major Leagues have become more concerned with the bottom line than the game itself. While money certainly is a factor in T-ball or girls softball, the money generated comes from parents, coaches as well as other contributors in the community. The money brought in by these hometown leagues affords things such as equipment and maintenance. Because in doing so, the kids are ensured a safe and fun place to play. After all, playing should be the main focus of the game.

Major Leaguers no doubt have practiced and honed their skills to achieve the status they now enjoy; indeed, a good team is a pleasure to watch play on a sunny afternoon, especially when the home team wins. However, having helped even just a little with development of a young person's skills, far out reaches the rewards of watching a big league team win a pennant race. Plus how knows, to make it to the big leagues, a player has to start somewhere. So, look out Major Leagues here comes the future.

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The Legend of Dogwood

A look into the past, so long ago, it was quite near the year one. . .
The Dogwood tree as we know it today was quite different so long ago.The Dogwood was a standing tall, proud specimen with the might and strength of a Grand Oak or perhaps that of a Black Walnut Tree.

It is said that the people of the day much preferred using the Dogwood for the construction of tables and workbenches.The beams used for the construction of stables, barns as well as the dwellings of the day made from the heartwood of the Dogwood were much sought after and were considered second to none.

The Dogwood however; through no fault of its own, also had a dark side. . .

One day during his travels Jesus was wandering through a forest. As he followed the meandering trail, taking in the grandeur he happened upon a lone majestic Dogwood tree. Jesus noticed that the grand giant was troubled. It appeared to Jesus that the dogwood was weeping.

Jesus, in his simple garb of the day knelt down on one knee at the base of the standing giant. Without a spoken word Jesus asked.

"What is it that troubles you my old friend?"
"Oh my Dear Lord." The Dogwood replied. "Please forgive me for I have been chosen for a task that I wished for not. . . nor would I wish it upon any of my brethren. I am so sorry, please forgive me."
"My Dear friend." Jesus said with a soft tender smile. "I am afraid that I cannot forgive you, for you have committed no sin, nor shall you ever."

"Lord, I am afraid that you do not understand." Said the Dogwood.

Jesus raised his hand and interrupted the standing giant.

"I understand all to well my old friend." He said softly.

"I wish no part of it." Said the Dogwood in despair.

Jesus understood greatly the Dogwoods despair and told him assuredly. "My dear friend, I would be honored and humbled to have the strength of your support when the time comes."

The Dogwood was only somewhat comforted. Sensing this, Jesus moved closer to the Dogwood, now kneeling on both knees. Jesus then reached out and placed his hand on the trunk of his dear friend. Then the Grandiose Tree shuddered. The tree quaked from its very tips and leaves, throughout its stout limbs, down its massive trunk to its very roots beneath the ground. A low rumble then rolled throughout the forest.

"Fear not my dear friend." Jesus said. "For from this day forward, none of the great Dogwoods children or grandchildren shall ever suffer the pain and anguish that you now feel."

Jesus stood and a tear fell from his cheek and landed upon an exposed root of the Dogwood Tree. Jesus smiled at his old friend, turned and walked away.

The Great Dogwoods children and grandchildren are now the lovely, delicate in size, twisted and gnarled limbed tree that we now enjoy to this day. Never again did the Dogwood have to carry such a burden.

And now. . . Every spring, around Easter the Dogwood blooms beautifully. Each blossom has four pedals that form the shape of a cross. . .In honor of the one who eased The Great Dogwoods pain.

Happy Easter!