BASEBALL AND SEX

I'm up late nursing a loss to the Padres. This time of year is baseball at its best and the best team in baseball in my estimation is the Colorado Rockies.  So after the loss, I have to do something to settle my crazy brain and I'm watching an episode of "Parenthood" where the kid is doing the "where do babies come from routine."

What is wrong with us as homo sapiens. We are the only part of nature that is frightened, ashamed and unable to communicate to our young how life begins.  I can't conceive (no pun intended) of a dog saying to his mate ("Oh, don't tell him, he's too young to know.")

Idiot people of America...it is nature.  It is our responsibility to fully educate our children as to how they came to be.  And for you Evangelicals, you should be the first to educate your children because as far as your teachings go, God created this methodology.

Good Lord, when my poor Catholic mother was forced to "educate" my sister Jane and myself, she gave us a book from the Catholic church that we were supposed to read before Mother was then to talk to us.  We read this nutsy thing about God and Fathers and Seeds and it made absolutely no sense.  Mother left us alone for a while and then asked if we had any questions.  We both said "no" and Mother, quite relieved, left the room.  I then asked Jane "Do you have any idea what that was all about?"  She said "no".

Oh, by the way, Mom lucked out because that was also the "period" talk that they addressed in a different, riveting episode.  It gave advice that a cold water bath would check the flow.  Of what we weren't sure.  I remember my first cold water bath to try to check my period. God knows why you would even need or want to do that.  The cramps convinced me that I wouldn't do that again.

My point is that I told my son about sex while we watched the sun rise over Virginia Beach overlooking the Atlantic Ocean.  He asked and I told.  I was scolded a few months later when his stepmother called and said "I just want you to know that Jimmy just told Felicia that she has a vagina."  My response was: "Well, she has one, doesn't she."

I'm not certain why America is so screwed up about sex.  All of our advertising, our media, our booming businesses, our popular singers and entertainers are objectified and work day by day to be perfect examples of sexual delight.  Yet, we don't want anyone to tell us about where babies come from.  What is freaking up with that?

Back to Baseball.  How does this tie in?  Honesty.  If a guy needs to be pulled out of the game, hurt feelings be damned.  Pull him out.  It's about the season.

If a kid asks you about sex for Christ's sake, tell that child the truth.  It's about the rest of their life.  An error in baseball could mean a game loser.  An error in your child's knowledge and preparedness regarding sex could mean a pregnancy.

I love Baseball.  I love our kids more.  This odd convergence of the two subjects was a complete accident but I welcome it.  I hope someday I reach some people.  I have so much to say and I care beyond measure.

The Rockies aren't out of it yet.  Take care of your kids.