Is there anything as American as a farm league baseball game? It is old-timey nostalgia wrapped up in a ballpark frank. Organ music and popcorn, pop flies and strike-outs. Last week we climbed to our seats behind the third base line. Half British, raised in Europe, my sons have grown up on football (read: soccer)….
We all lose when everybody wins
Yesterday was Sports Day for my older son. As a parent volunteer, I dressed in a pair of red jeans and led a group of color-coordinated kids around the schoolyard, encouraging them to do their best ‘throwing the hopper’, shooting baskets, and skipping rope. They ran and jumped and shot their little hearts out. At…