My Sunday morning began with my 8-year-old son’s Little League game, in which he played catcher for a few innings (his favorite position). At the end of the day, we happened to see former New York Yankees catcher, Jorge Posada, carrying his groceries home with his kids. From catcher to catcher, do you see the hand of fate at work? We kept to ourselves, respecting the Posadas’ privacy, but of course my son was tongue-tied. And I just couldn’t resist spinning the scene to my advantage.
“See, Adam,” I said to my son, “How do you think Jorge Posada got to be such a big, strong, wonderful catcher? By helping his family carry the groceries. Apparently, he still enjoys it!”
Alas, Adam is already streetwise enough to detect when I’m feeding him some parenting propaganda. But I still enjoy dishing it out.
Eric Messinger
Editor
