An old burned out modem, a brand new bum modem, another brand new working modem and nine hours later, Lenny has me back online. (And though he might be the most patient person I know, I have a feeling he’ll also have a stiff drink in his hand here shortly.) Watch out world!
It was such a packed week, I couldn’t help but throw in a couple bonus lessons.
On Saturday morning at 8:30am, I found myself all teary-eyed. Everywhere I looked were boys—and even a few girls—in uniform. Some were perfectly tucked, belted and buttoned. Others were over-sized, crooked and mis-matched. But every single one of those kids had a look of pride and excitement—yes, today was Little League Opening Day.