A few weeks back I was texting back and forth with my oldest son, Grant, who’s a grown man with a family of his own. He’s also a diehard baseball fan, just like his old man.
During a National League playoff game we were watching together, several hundred miles apart, we began sending text messages to each other.
The Chicago Cubs were playing the Washington Nationals, as I recall.
In one text I sent I said “I don’t like (Cubs manager) Joe Maddon.”
Grant asked why.
