BOYS, YOU WILL TAKE SHOWERS: Back on the ground from Miami, doing a wireless session at Starbucks and then heading home to pick up C.J. for t-ball. Three-year-old t-ball! It's pretty funny. Last week he learned how to run the bases, although he wasn't much interested in doing it by himself. Basically he wanted to join forces with his pals Luke and Zack, so they could all run down to first base and hang out there together, on to second in the same fashion, etc. He had zero interest in batting all by himself. Talk about your team players, these three-year-old are all about holding hands, sticking together. Reminds me of my junior-high gym teacher, actually. He was this drill sergeant type, and part of his priceless schtick was to tell us, "Boys, you will not be standing around holding hands in my class." And scared to death to be painted with the homo-brush, we nodded along. "No way, Mr. B., we don't want to do that."

Mr. B. Loved that guy. I could write a whole novel around Mr. B. What a classic.

"Boys, you *will* take showers today."

Oh, shit. We *hated* to take showers. We didn't understand it at all, why we had to. It was a lesson in something, although we knew not what.

I gotta write more about Mr. B. And I will.