A couple of things that happened while I watched the snow in my yard become the water in my basement:

I think I’ve made a huge mistake. Nobody promised me the raising a child would be easy, but in this case, I think that I might have caused lasting damage. About a week ago, I was holding little Bronco (my 10 month old son) when he began to cry. His tears were a bit confusing, since he is usually pretty happy and nothing had changed much from the moment before he was crying, but I hear that babies can be fickle.

Anyway, like any good father, I wanted to stop his crying so I began to perform. First, I made a raspberry noise with my lips (Pbbbt! A proven method for brightening Bronco’s mood), but it did not work. He continued to cry and began to wave his arms about in frustration (which I took as a critique of my performance). Desperate, I then escalated things by vibrating my fingers across my lips to make a different sound (BrBrBrBrBr! – As a side note, I was curious if there was a name for this noise, so I tried to look up it up online using the words “vibrating fingers across lips.” That was a bad idea).

So, I began to make the noise, “BrBrBrBr,” and eureka! Smiling and happiness! After a while of watching me perform, little Bronco wanted to get in on the fun, so he began to drag his little hand across my lips to make the noise. When that worked, he began to giggle (in my opinion, the best sound there is) and all was right with the world – that is, until the next time I held him.

When I picked him up, Bronco tilted his head and looked at me for a moment, as if evaluating the old man. Then, with a gleeful look on his face, he began to slap the hell out of me. I was a bit surprised, and without thinking began to laugh, which only encouraged him. He began to laugh with me while he joyfully and repeatedly pounded on my face with his meaty little paws.

I am an adult male, so pride forces me to tell you that it didn’t really hurt (despite the bruises), but I really became concerned when he repeated the performance the next day. I don’t mind taking a beating to make my son laugh, but I’m afraid he’ll start to do this with other adults. For starters, it’s really impolite. Also, his next victim might drop him in self-defense, or even out of spite, so I need to correct the behavior. Yet, I find myself strangely unwilling to give up a “go to” move that will make my son laugh.

Parenting is all about making the right choices…

…Spring training for the Red Sox has started. There is hope that some day the snow will finally disappear, the sun will shine, and spring will be upon us (that will be the day that I have to go into my backyard to pick up a winter’s worth of dog poop, but I digress).

I am excited for the Red Sox season. Last season I lost interest, but this year I am back on the bandwagon. The Sox picked up some new players, and some players who last year looked a bit, well, “puffy,” appear to have showed up in shape (I’m looking at you, John Lackey). I can’t wait to see the team in action. Watching the Red Sox, even the players who won’t make the team in games that don’t mean anything, is better than watching snow and sleet fall from the sky.

On the news, I saw that the Red Sox were going to play BC and Northeastern, and I was interested. I wanted to see these college players get the opportunity of their lives against the pros, so I looked on the NESN site to see what time the games would be so that I could set my DVR, only to find that the games were not going to be televised. In investigating further, I found that very few of the early spring training games were going to be on TV.

I understood this back in the day, since TV 38 probably made more money airing “Hogan’s Heroes” re-runs (or the like) than they did showing early spring training games.

But now? The Red Sox own a television network (at least, from what I can find, they are the majority owners). NESN should be my one-stop for all things Red Sox, yet while the Red Sox were playing Boston College, the station was airing a NASCAR highlight show. I understand that the Red Sox are involved with NASCAR, but it’s not like there was a race going on at the time.

There was, however, a Red Sox game going on – two, in fact. And in this day of constant contact, where everything is supposedly available everywhere to everyone, I couldn’t watch the Red Sox. I could probably watch Kim Kardashian get her toes waxed, but not Red Sox vs. BC.

Attention Red Sox ownership: I want to be a fanatic. Help me to do this. I want to get excited about the upcoming season. I want to support your advertisers and buy tickets and merchandise. I don’t need Remy and Orsillo, but I want to watch your games. I pay to have NESN brought into my home and I ask that you show me the Red Sox games on the Red Sox network. Thank you.

PS: I realize that I am picking nits and that there are significantly larger problems in the world. Instead of grousing about the availability of Red Sox spring training games, I should be helping to solve world hunger. I get it. But, if no one complained about the small things, they would never get fixed. So there.