But What Do I Know? . . . Father’s Day Edition

My weekly observations and notes about some Canadian baseball stories: Up until my mid-teens, he channeled his inner Mickey Mantle to hit me countless fly balls down Thames Crescent in Dorchester, Ont. And I chased them down while pretending to be Jesse Barfield. He’s a kind, quiet, patient, gentle and responsible man who has literallyContinue reading “But What Do I Know? . . . Father’s Day Edition”