I've never been a Clippers fan.
To paraphrase Michael Corleone in The Godfather, Part III, every time I think I'm in with LeBron James, he pulls me back out...
I love making lists. I always make a grocery list before I shop. I probably spend more time adding things to watch on my Netflix queue than actually watching things there. The only thing I love more than making lists is watching sports. So to quell two of my loves, I will share a top ten on this blog every week. And my very first one is about my favorite subject.
My wife and I have a son. Like most boys his age, he loves video games. But that might be the only typical thing about him. He loves Food Network, Japanese culture, and classical music. My wife and I like to joke that he's eleven going on 37. But we have and will continue to love and support him. I've always known that it was our job as parents to guide them through life and protect them from harm as best as we can.
And that's why I just don't understand what LaVar Ball is doing to his son.
For those of us in San Diego, Trevor Hoffman is second only to the late Tony Gwynn as the face of San Diego Padres baseball. It isn't meant as a slight, it's just the way it is. If you told Hoffman that, he'd probably give you a big smile and agree with you.
That's what makes his election to the Baseball Hall of Fame special to this city.