To All The Saints In Heaven: No Rugby Please

Brian starts baseball camp next week. I imagine the Irish side of my family twisting in their graves with glee. God bless the baseball player is an intricate part of my family prayers. All hail the bat, glove and the pitchers mound. My ancestors would rise up from the grave to kiss me if Brian gets into boxing as well.

Last week, Brian watched Cinderella Man with me and we both yelled at the TV, as if it was happening live in our living room. He then asked me hundreds of questions on boxing. His dad is an x boxer (oh no) and what the hell what happened to my Scientist geek boy?

I should note when he was at his Dad’s this week he did call to remind me Nova was discussing sun particles.  He wanted to know if I was watching it too. He went on to tell me all about the universe – which he is obsessed. I suppose my geek boy is still in there somewhere.

Just please all the Saints in Heaven: no Rugby.

Ever.

Until next time-

C

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