Meet Merritt

There's a new man in my life. It's a long story, but the gist of it is that I'm now helping to raise a child. And while I've always wanted children, I certainly never wanted a boy. But now I've got one, and he is eleven months old, and he is a handful. Only in the best sense. Most of the time.

Now I figure, if I've got a boy, I might as well make the most of it. So we're working on some things. Eleven months old is a good time to start teaching him the fundamentals, right?

Give me 21 years (he's going to college; no drafting straight out of high school for this kid), and we'll see what happens.

First step: Work on getting him to pick this thing up with his other hand. I'm looking for a lefty with a 95-mph fastball and a devastating curve. Cha-ching!