“I got it, I got it!”
“The Bad News Bears” was a favorite movie of mine as a kid
I loved it.
I wanted to ride a motorcycle like troublemaker Kelly Leak and take on the whole sixth grade like Tanner.
And it made me play harder at Little League, where once my team went to the championship.
I can’t remember the final result, only a key play. I tagged out a runner to save the moment. I played catcher and the runner was barreling home and the ball was thrown from center field. It bounced and magically landed in my mitt and my mitt, again magically, tagged out the runner, and the ump said, “Out!” Gruffly, and all.
My three kids don’t play baseball. They play soccer, well, football as they call it here in Argentina.
My six-year-old son is the keenest, so far. [continue reading…]
Love is in the wind.
As a reporter, I am often on deadline.
And as often my wife will call as I race to get the news out.
She makes requests or insights, and I let them go in one ear and out the other, too busy to take her into account. My attention is on the story and my response into the phone is, “Yeah, yeah, yeah.”
Inconsiderate?
Certainly.
But it happens.
And now the other way round. [continue reading…]
“Shall we run? Here, first hold my shoes.”
I once won a two-mile race – and then spat up blood.
That was in university.
My competitors congratulated me and said, “You were fast.”
And then they said, “Can we help you?”
They walked with me to the changing room, all 10 or so of them.
It wasn’t a formidable contest. But I won and survived. And kept running and went on to run the L.A. Marathon. But as my easy days of single living turned to that of the breadwinner for a growing family now of five, my running days became less frequent and then were replaced with running after the children. [continue reading…]
