Praying For Extra Innings At The Dodger Stadium Adult Camp

The tears started during the 7th inning stretch, and by the 9th, I was praying for extra innings. It wasn’t the one game, it was the culmination of roughly 14 years of ball crashing to the field all at once, like a barreling collision at homeplate. I didn’t know it was possible to feel so much joy and happiness, and sadness at the same time.

MLB Roadtripping As A ‘Single Dad’

Two thousand, six hundred, and twenty six miles. That’s a lot of time on the road for any man, but it’s even longer when you’re driving it with two girls under 10 years old, and longer still when you’re doing it alone.