Well, the Berea Mets finally put one in the win column tonight. And what a struggle -- I had to ride herd on the fielders to keep them alert, but also keep the kids from getting too anxious when stepping up to the plate to bat. In the end the score was 7-4, which doesn't sound close but I was sweating every play.

Now Dan and I can relax a bit -- we know winning isn't everything, but we felt it necessary to not allow losing to be everything either. No still shots for the blog, unfortunately, but there is some video and if I can edit the clips down I'll get them onto Youtube. And if you're Franco Corso's IP attorney don't you worry: I won't be setting any of the videos to your friggin' lounge music. (The Italian Festival came and went already this year -- no Franco, but Dan tells me her got there in time to catch some of the Midlife Chryslers.)

Today for Father's Day the boys made me posters with drawings of things that I like -- giant cups of coffee were most prominent. There was also a subway train (do they read this blog?). We tried to go to the Station Restaurant with Joe and Jean for lunch after Mass, but after standing at the reception counter for more than a few minutes with no one paying us any mind we decided to drive over to Max & Erma's -- rolling past the Browns practice facility (which I knew was in Berea, but I never knew exactly where).

Da Chimpz both got hits in tonight's game.