Grandson James in his Mother's arms.
With Uncle Aidan.
With Aunt Julia.
With Uncle Dylan entering the mix...
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So, the boys have upgraded from listening to Harry Potter books on tapes while pretending to go to sleep, to listening to David Sedaris short stories on tape for the same purpose.
His droll humor rolls around this hotel room; all lights are off, some street noise outside competes with Sedaris and what sounds like a muffled rock concert somewhere near campus.
Little nephew/grandson James is not quite as little as last month. Now he is wide-eyed and curious at each new face he sees. He smiles! He's six weeks old tonight.
It's time for baseball again! As signified by that little red insignia to the left, I am an official Major League Baseball blogger this year! Furthermore, I know of one baseball team executive (plus a number of real fans) who has actually read this blog.
The start of the Fantasy Baseball Season is normally one of my happiest times of year. Last year, it was wrecked by matters not worth going into, though those same circumstances led to the launch of this blog, without which Major League Baseball never could have found me to begin with.
So, every twist and turn has its purpose, even when you're left doing it alone out there in the wind.
My legendary Mud Lake Mafia, in the sense that they are so spectacularly unsuccessful as to constitute much more of a legend than a reality, will once again suit up in the Champs of Summer league. Expect regular updates on our roster as the season approaches.
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