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This just in. My six-year old daughter is running for President of the United States of America. In 2053. She made the stunning announcement last night while we were watching the Padres face the Dodgers. “Are they the New York Dodgers?,” she asked. My 11-year old son, shocked if not offended that a member of his family would ask such a question, said “no, they are the Los Angeles Dodgers.” “I thought they were from New York,” she replied. Instantly I realized that my six-year old was not only adorable, but she was paying attention. So I jumped in and said that they used to play in Brooklyn, which is in New York. “That’s the team that Jackie Robinson played for,” she added. Yes it is. So I asked if she knew what Jackie Robinson was famous for. “He wore the number that my brother wears.” True. Actually, HE wears the number that Jackie wore. My son did a report on Jackie in second grade and was so impressed by the story that he started wearing #42. A number he wears with pride to this day...

Now that spring has sprung, it’s time for the return of my favorite sport, baseball. It used to be Major League Baseball. Then it was Fantasy Baseball. But now it’s 11-year old Baseball, as in my 11-year old son’s little league team. This will be the fourth straight year that he has been with the same team and my son really feels at home. I guess home is the right way to put it, since he is the catcher. With three very active kids, we are pretty much involved with sports year round, but baseball seems to hold my greatest interest. Don’t get me wrong, I love watching my older daughter dance, but no matter how hard I try, I really can’t relate. If I attempt half of what she is able to do, I will need hamstring replacement surgery. In both legs. I also love watching my youngest daughter play soccer, but if I hear one more “that was great” by a parent after their child kicks the ball into their own goal, I will scream. International soccer players get killed, literally, when the...