My former brother-in-law called today to check in; we hadn’t talked in a while. He told me his ten-year-old just pitched a perfect game in Little League.

“You should see him,” he said. “He’s tall and lanky, very self-possessed out there on the mound. There were three outs to go, and I was a nervous wreck. He was really focused.”

He said his son is so good, he just sent him to a pitching workshop with Cole Hamels. “It’s a lot of money, but you know, if he has the ability…”

“You never know, he might be taking care of you in your old age,” I kidded him. (The ex-B.I.L. is 65 and still pitching for a men’s baseball league.)

Too bad the kid’s not a lefty like his old man.

Roy Halladay, Cy Young winner.

Congrats to the San Francisco Giants, who blew everyone away in a remarkable series.

Wearing a hat that said “Fear the mullet.” But alas, it was only Michael Jack Schmidt:

Phillies lose – again. And my heart is broken – again.

As my former boyfriend once explained to the very depressed players at a baseball tournament after they’d lost two out of the first three games, that’s really a wash and today was really only the first game of a five-game series.

So the Phillies are only down by one and that’s how they need to approach it.

Imminent!