I remember my dad occasionally swatting me on the butt. But what I remember most is the time I, 10, smarted off to him and took off running. A block later, I turned and found him right on my heels. He was 50. He didn't touch me but ordered me home to my room, a first. That made a greater impression.

If he doesn’t get the money, how long before he threatens to move the team?

I like yelling “He’s lying!” at the TV.

I bailed out and joined here and Threads. It's much better for your mental health.

I’m feeling too salty, I’ll admit. It’s just a big comedown from last year, when I was more excited about this team than I had been in years. I also couldn’t watch them on TV, so I missed the high points.

At this point, I'm rooting for the Tigers to overtake them and make them miss the playoffs.

Is Frost singular or plural? The Wild still confuses (confuse?) me.

I haven’t checked in on this site for a while. I’m back, finding fellow Twitter refugees who were wise enough to quit long before I did.

I’ve been hobbled by a knee injury, and my dog is demanding I just suck it up and get back out there for walks.

My day started with a 4:15 a.m. wakeup from my dog, who urgently had to go outside because of diarrhea. How’s your day going?