My father was a terrible baseball player. He loved to play catch with the kids when they were young, but he was clumsy catching the ball and threw like a girl. The only sport I ever saw him regularly indulge in was bowling. As a young man he was a boxer. He said he was forced to learn how living on the mean streets of Cleveland, where Jewish kids often had to fight. His singular contribution to my kids’ baseball and soccer was to watch their games, which he almost never missed. I did once see him showing my son how the pros did it during a Rockies telecast. Thanks for this cartoon, Dad. Check out more of them at GoComics.com.