April 2010
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In all the hustle and bustle of trying not to become my mother, it seems I have become my dad. Case in point—
Me, sitting on couch in boxers and t-shirt, watching the Yankees score YET ANOTHER run in the top of the second inning: “OH COME ON! BECKETT, WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?”
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