Like everyone else in Chicago, our family has become Blackhawks hockey fans. Our grandson, Alan, however, is no playoff junkie. Year round he listens, via radio, to baseball and tennis and hockey. He follows the players, the teams, the rankings, the stats, and the games.
Growing up in a family of jocks comes with a few perks, and a lot of pressure. The perks are enviable: dinner in front of the TV if there's a special game, tickets to matches as often as possible, and a spirit of competitiveness that permeates the family culture so much that even the mundane becomes sport. Every piece of paper getting thrown out becomes a 3-point opportunity and drinking orange juice in the mornings serves as a pre-curser for doing shots. You should see my brother throw back four ounces of freshly squeezed o.j. when he hears the command, "Down the hatch!