Warm Sunday afternoon in April. Coors Field. Watching the Rockies beat the Padres with my wife and two sons and two brothers and a sister with all their wives and kids, etc. Drinking a cold beer with my feet up. Trying to keep Gruntessa from hogging all the Coors. Throwing pistachios at my oldest niece/god-daughter and getting pelted in return because she has a helluva arm. Enjoying Patriarchy. Maybe getting a little bummed out because I can’t properly babe-watch, since all the best looking women in the section are gals I’m related to. But then being kinda proud of that. Thinking we better enjoy this season before Hillary gets in the White House. Maybe the Apocalypse won’t be so bad after all. Maybe.