I was going to write about baseball but then yesterday happened. Sebastian and I went Skateboarding yesterday. It was my first time on the board in about ten months, you know, surgeries, fractures, and stuff. Body no longer cooperating kind of stuff. Anyway, I spent some…
Yes, yes, I know. We’ve been having a blast watching the Mets get to the World Series. Cheering on home runs, outs, calling balls and strikes, yelling “Thor” whenever the camera caught his blonde mane. It’s been a good run. It still is. The Mets…
I’m not the kind of guy who has altruism down and unconditional love in the bag. There are millions of people who have a better grasp on these virtues. I’m working on it, though, but for now I’m a little bit jealous as I’m sitting…
I hate losing. It consumes my body: diaphragm, clinched teeth, muscles tensing up underneath my flab. My son Sebastian hates losing even more than I do. In fact, losing resembles a small death the way he reacts to it. When he loses a game, any…
If I were smart, I would have long ago fully outsourced the task of teaching my kids to swim to a professional. Then I could sit poolside, comfortably dry and smiling supportively as some other poor bastard cajoled and grappled with my two sinking monkey…