My brother persuaded me last night to blow off a county council meeting and go with him to watch the Reading Phillies lose a close one to the Harrisburg Senators. We took my grandson and one of his friends, and they had a blast. Kids always love it there. If you get there early enough, your kids might get a chance to speak to some of the players, who go out of their way to be nice.
But our most glorified athletes are professional football players. Based on a recent New York Times story, I have to wonder whether we're fawning over monsters with a disturbing affinity for transforming man's best friend in their own image. Here's an excerpt.
Update: Washington running back Clinton Portis, asked about Michael Vick, says this: "It's his dogs. If that's what he wants to do, do it." In late May, he argues dogfighting is not that serious a crime. Now he's apologizing, sort of. He claims he's really a light-hearted and funny guy, a sensitive man. "At that time I had no idea the love people have for animals."