In Life as in Baseball, it Pays to Play the Wild Card

It was getting late, so I turned out the lights and headed upstairs. As I walked down the hall, I thought I heard crying from the boys’ room, so I stuck my head inside. “What’s going on?” I asked. “Nothin’,” said Scooter, my 12 year-old. “He’s being a dubo!” said Skipper, my 10 year-old. “You’re […]

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