My Bad

Did I compare my daughter’s sense of basketball defense to Joe Frazier and Gordie Howe? Oops. My bad. I meant to say Dick Butkus. I met Butkus once at a memorabilia show and made him smile with my autograph request. It had something to do with “it takes one to know one.” Let’s just say the picture I’d brought along was being signed for a person of eastern European descent. Now as to Clare—in high school, one of her coaches did double duty, also working with the football team. He told me once, “Clare could play linebacker for me any day,” and I think he was more serious than not. My child brings a certain ferocity to her athletic endeavors. You could ask any of the pitchers she—literally—knocked out of a game. And she did end up marrying a high school linebacker who was converted to center in college. But will she be the mother of a football player? Not if baby Leo has his mother’s wrists, he won’t.