I'm sorry, but I'm whipped. No blogging today. This little league baseball coaching is going to kill me . . . soon, if I'm lucky. Otherwise, I have two more months left. Did I find The Bad News Bears funny? I think I did, but it seems like a work of tragedy now. Poor Walter Matthau. He's in a better place.
And please: excuse the mini-rant. My team is pretty good, my players are nice kids, and the parents have been good. It just ain't me and, like a fish out of water fighting for its life, all the gasping and struggling leaves me exhausted at the end of the day.
