By Marty Gangler
As a dad, every once in awhile I am reminded of something I should remember by my young son. My little guy is just over three-years-old and at that age they tend to lack “political correctness.” They really just call it as they see it and they let the chips fall where they may. Which means they can say the sweetest and most hurtful things in back-to-back sentences.
What I will remember about Father’s Day 2011 is my son telling me, “No baseball, daddy.” I tried to get him into the game but the answer was always “No baseball, daddy.”
And it turned out he was right. I was better off not watching that debacle unfold on Sunday night, with the Cubs throwing away the game with so many “un-error errors.” You know, those plays that don’t show up as an error in the box score but are as detrimental to winning baseball as a lazy grounder going right under your glove.
I’m not sure that an “un-error error” is the correct term for outfielders giving up on catchable flyballs, but I do know that that was “No baseball, daddy.” The smartest person in the room was the three-year-old.
Posted on June 20, 2011