Ah, back from a six day vacation. The highlights: a trip to Fenway and a fence project.
Let me start with the more enjoyable experience first.

Last Wednesday I went to the Red Sox/Devil Rays game at Fenway. What a day. My six year old daughter Brynn started a "let's go Red Sox chant in our section. I kid you not, every single time Brynn cranked it up, the Sox scored. Mike Lowell even gestured towards our section. Clearly, he wasn't looking at my little girl in the grandstand. But she thought he was. And from there a Red Sox fan is born.

As many of you know, I grew up a Mets fan and still root for the Amazins. But I am happy with my daughters conversion. My son is another story.

Ryan (10) is not a huge baseball fan. He loves to play and calls himself a Mets fan. But lets face it. Most of the games are not on tv around here. It makes it tough to follow the Amazins. But Ryan surprised me when I offered to buy him a souvenir after the game. He declined. He said it wouldn't be right as a Mets fan to have me, in his words, waste my money on Red Sox stuff.

Brynn of course had no problem picking up the slack leaving Fenway with a pink Red Sox bracelet and a pink Sox pennant which is proudly displayed in her room. Dad may be a Mets fan. But I am happy to raise a Sox fan. Baseball is such a great family game. And it will be another way to bond as a family.

Building fences bonds no one except me to a shovel. I started a fence around my yard with my father in law last week. Oh my. I had no idea what I was getting myself into with this one. Bob Villa I am not. I try very, very hard. But this is close to being out of my league. Please pray for me and my back. This Fence may look like the Green Monster when it's done. But at least my daughter can now identify the Monster.