Warm and Fuzzy

Every summer, from when I was 7 til I was 10, I went to the same sports camp with friends from school. We played sports: dodgeball, kickball, eat-the-orange-popsicle-as-fast-you-can-and-try-not-to-get-a-brain-freeze, tennis, basketball, reenact-the-chase-scene-from-The-Sandlot. And we talked sports: about how we’d make our favorite movie, Space Jam, even better, about who really won the Nomar/Jeter rivalry. It was all paradise for a… Continue reading Warm and Fuzzy