my good deed

went out to beaumont today for a little throwing practice with sean and we set up the weight for height standards and let her rip for a while.we end our practice and head around the front of the house for some iced tea in the drive way(why do we do that here in north america,stand in the driveway or in the alley,it is like se weird ritual)and lo,off 2 doors down is seans neighbor banging on his soffits of his garage,we saunter ove and ask tj what was up,pigeon in the garage got into the soffit area and was not coming out.so after a little tactical discussion,i crawled up the ladder with a garden hose and flushed the bird out of the corner he was hiding in to within my reach,gabbed him and pulled him out.all the women folk about were thinking i should execute the bird but i just placed him on the branch of a nearby tree,he dried out for a couple minutes and then flew away.then i proceeded to drop the 56# weight on empty beer cans because it squishes them real flat and sean commented that it was cool how flat the cans were and sean's wife rolled her eyes at us,in unison we both said it's a guy thing