Gathering my fourth grade Little League team around me, I began to provide them with years of baseball wisdom. Useful things like, there are 108 stitches on a baseball.

I was soon interrupted by a young player who had an unrelated observation. “You look like John Cena.” Shocked at the comparison of me with the famous wrestler, I asked, “I look like John Cena?” “Yes, you look like John Cena,” the young lad affirmed.

Proud of my new body double status, I informed my family. All of them claimed that it must be a comparison of just our faces or perhaps from just the neck up.

Nope. Not having it. The boy said I looked like John Cena. All of him. No qualifiers placed on the comparison. I equal John Cena, nuff said.