The tone of this week's Sunday Paper will probably be a little different than what you're used to.
And with good reason, since John has decided to take the day off for Father's Day.
So this is his wife (who also lives 200 miles from the Citi) filling in.
When I think about Father's Day, it's inevitable that I think about sports as well, since both my father and my husband are big sports fans and many of their life experiences - and mine as a result - have been shaped by sports. Through these experiences, both my dad and my husband have taught me some valuable lessons - not only about sports, but about life.
Don't leave until the game is over. In 1975, my dad took my cousin to Game 6 of the World Series at Fenway Park. As my dad tells the story, it was getting late, my cousin was in high school, my dad's sister (my aunt) would have killed him if he brought my cousin home too late. So they left the game. And thereby missed Carlton Fisk's home run. I can't say my dad *always* sticks around for the end of every game, but in life, he does believe in seeing things through to the end.
There's always next year. As my dad is a big Red Sox fan, he spent his first 64 years on Earth without a Red Sox win in the World Series. He was never one to get his hopes up too much - he knew from experience that things can always go wrong. Yet my dad's not a pessimistic person - more of a realist. Stuff goes wrong in life, but there's always that hope it can go right. Even if it's far, far down the road.
Sometimes it pays to be optimistic. This I learned from my husband, who I'd classify (and you could probably classify if you're a regular reader of this column) as a much more optimistic sports fan. Every season begins with the hope that this will be a good year (*the* year!) for his sports teams. Even if those wishes don't pan out, it still pays to have a much more positive outlook on life. I even see this carry on through to my 3-year-old daughter, who tells me, "I love all baseball teams!" It's wonderful when you can look at the world through a child's eyes like that.
Always look to learn something new. John recently wrote about how he's taken up soccer in the last year. And yes, he's 32 years old, not 8. It's nice to see him come home on Wednesday nights after playing soccer, full of enthusiasm, and to see him sharing this new love for soccer with our daughter. While I won't be joining John on the soccer field (my experiences with the sport are a story for another day), it is a good reminder to me to always challenge myself and broaden my experiences.
So thanks Dad, and John, for all that you've taught me and continue to teach me. I hope you both have a wonderful Father's Day!
*DVR Alert: I read that on Wednesday, Jerry Seinfeld will be joining Gary Cohen and Keith Hernandez in the broadcast booth for three innings of the Mets-Tigers game. I'm betting on hearing the phrases, "second spitter" and "nice game, pretty boy!" at least once during the broadcast.
*All-Star Game: I saw that David Wright is currently 175,000 votes behind Placido Polanco in All-Star voting. I can't tell you how excited a certain 3-year-old would be (OK, and her parents too) if he was the starting third baseman in the All-Star game. So here's a plea to go online and vote for David! If all 200 Miles from the Citi fans vote, we can surely get him in, right? Right??
*Although this isn't technically his first Father's Day, I'd like to give a special shout-out to my brother, who is going to be a dad in the next week or so. My brother also loves sports, and loves playing them with my two girls and his other niece and nephew. I'm so happy that he's going to have his own little boy to play baseball and football with soon. Good luck!