Let me say a word about my son. The unspeakable did not make him cynical. The inexplicable did not make him faithless. Treachery did not make him mistrustful. Ingratitude did not make him uncharitable. The necessities of war did not make him callous.
He is with us at Mass every Sunday without a word spoken. His intelligence, courage and honor make him a fearless and effective witness in season and out of season. He is a clear-eyed true son of the Church.
He is a better man than I. This is the easy way we learn true humility, because a father can only take genuine joy in such a statement.
Sons are indeed a heritage from the Lord,
the fruit of the womb a reward.
Like arrows in the hand of a warrior
are the sons of one’s youth.
Happy is the man who has
his quiver full of them.
He shall not be put to shame
when he speaks with his enemies in the gate.
Psalm 127.3-5 (NRSV)
UPDATE: Well, for knowing only about four players, it was fun to participate in a great American tradition, courtesy of Romania. (Something about a television coverage blackout and proxy I.P. addresses. Bears do not understand these things.) The Cardinals showed true Christian charity by giving the Reds six outs in the 8th instead of three, but still managed a 1-0 victory in a game neither side really seemed to want to win. Wong's precision two-out bunt with a man on first was odd, though memorable.
Nice not to have to give Cardinals updates during rare phone calls a world away, but to sit and enjoy a game together.