One of the perks of being a media member is getting preferential treatment (sometimes) when it comes to certain events.  So when the “Bloomdaddy Brothers” told me they wanted to attend a big fireworks show the other night…..I called up my buddy…Sammy “The Bull”….and asked him for a prime location to view the festivities.  Sammy you see….is the guy who sets up the fireworks show….so to say he delivered a prime location would be an understatement.  Let’s put it this way:  We were so close I thought the reverberations from the exploding shells were going to knock my 7 year old out of his chair….which would have been difficult…since he was hiding underneath it!  Lol

I probably should have known we were a little too close when the firemen told me to move the vehicle due to falling debris…but it didn’t register.  No…it didn’t register until the first shell went off and Braylen (7 years old) jumped higher than LeBron James lifting off for a two-handed slam (I laughed so hard it hurt).  Over the course of the next 45 minutes….the boys and I ducked falling embers….debris….and I think a couple of stunned birds knocked out of the air by $15,000 dollars worth of fireworks.  At one point I thought I was bleeding out of the ears and had permanently lost my hearing in the right side until my oldest (Tyler) screamed that he thought he was on fire.  Realizing he wasn’t…I calmed down enough to enjoy the finale….which had to be the closest thing I’ll ever get to realizing what it must have sounded like as we stormed the beaches of Normandy. 

Either way….the boys had a great time…..the hundreds in attendance had a good time….and I thanked Sammy “The Bull” for hooking us up.  We then got into our white vehicle (which was now black thanks to the soot on the car) …..and drove home for the 1^st time in history without any fighting in the backseat…which proves once and for all being “shell shocked” is the best child sedative out there.