Yesterday I faced my fears head-on: at the family fun amusement park with my boys, I once again stood at the plate inside a batting cage.
Yeah, I had a few momentary waves of terror when the ball foul-tipped straight down. But I left the facility with my manhood intact. Well, almost intact: Mojo thought I was doing such a poor job hitting that he actually booed me from the bench behind me.
BTW, did I hear correctly that Rob Lopicola turned down NBC so he can join the Severe Weather Experts over at News 12 WPEC? I hope they're giving him the top job he deserves; I'm also sorry I didn't get a chance to sip any of the world-famous mint juleps he whipped up for the recent Kentucky Derby celebration. He steeps his mint leaves for exactly eight hours -- and that's what makes all the difference.