It’s cold here in Minnesota, so let’s reflect on a moment from late Summer, the beginning of the baseball playoffs.

Since I didn’t have a team in the game, I began randomly cheering for one of the participants.  As the game wore on, I started to get tired, drifting in and out of sleep on the couch.

Waking up briefly, I saw the wrong team lace a double down the Left Field line.  In my slumber, I expressed my despair.  “Oh, shit!”

Looking at me stunned, one of my boys (fully awake) asked, “What?!?”

Almost awake now, I struggled to clarify. “Oh, a hit!”

Sadly dad, that wasn’t a save.  That was most certainly an error.