Baseball and the art of rasing a family.

As I mentioned last, Jer (my son) and I have really gotten the baseball bug. We collect cards, and talk about the general topics associated with baseball stuff. I have to admit, before we became passionate about baseball, we had less in common.

However, now that we are baseball buds, our relationship has deepened, and that's alright by me. Even though, we have our differences in opinion about who we like as a team. We still share the commonality of being brought together closer by that great magnet called baseball fever.

Once upon a time I was a fan of the Oakland A's, LaRussa's A's with Eckersley, McGuire, and Canseco. Now after along lapse of time, and 5 kids's with one on the way, I am very interested in the Rays as a MLB team.

The Ray's and my sons fav's the white Soxs, were for the most part fighting for the same spot in the postseason playoffs. Which in my house amounted to downright hostility form my 12 yr old against my Rays team. When the Rays one the Soxs and then won the the Red Sox, he was livid, and immediately became a Philly's fan, much to my chagrin.