I just came in from out back where I had lingered to put away a few things and apply some more bug spray on the hungry-hungry carpenter bees that are eating the garage. I had just sent the boys inside, telling them we'd all watch some baseball before going to sleep.

Upon entering the living room with my little glass of Fortissimo I noticed that the ballgame was already on: Mets vs. Houston at Shea. John Paul gave me an enthusiastic status report:

"It's one and nothing!" he said. "The Mets are winning! They're playing against the Nostrils!"

It only took me a few seconds to figure out what he thought he was saying: yes, the Houston Nostrils are indeed down one run in the fourth. What an exciting baseball season!