Red Sox beat Baltimore 14-2

I just returned from my annual trip to Fenway Park with Father. Nothing makes me feel like Papa's little childy again like going to a baseball game.
Were it not for his baseball obsession, I would probably care little to nothing about the sport, but I was brought up on it, trained to recognize the difference between balls and strikes before the umpire calls them, taught to call whether the players were safe or out before I was four. So while I may not be the same sort of avid sports fan as the Danas of the world, I do have a certain deep appreciation for the game, mostly stemming from the deep appreciation of my father.