Anyone who's looked at my blogs (both of you) knows that I love baseball.  The Mrs. and I just had to watch Field of Dreams last weekend to get ready.  Normally I don't go for movies that are sappy, sentimental, and manipulative, but darn it,...

It started when Marc and I grabbed a seat -- the first time we'd rested in hours.  Marc, Jason and I were at the Major League Baseball draft, covering an amazing event.  Former player Dave Winfield helped organize a symbolic draft for surviving...