5. Saturdays, I think Saturdays, especially Saturdays in late May are for lazing around, not having to get up for work, drinking coffee all morning and for, well, watching baseball. This belief however was severely tested when I got married and pretty much ceased to be anything but a fantasy when I had children. I love my kids of course (and my wife….whoops), and I suppose it’s my own fault for introducing them to baseball and softball, so that I now have no time to watch baseball on weekends because I am instead out on some godforsaken diamond coaching them and their little friends on how to hit the ball “before” it hits the catcher’s glove. Oh well, it doesn’t last forever I’m told, so I’ll enjoy every minute of it and thanks to the wonderful invention of the PVR, I will enjoy Saturday afternoon baseball on Saturday night, by myself, in peace an quiet. Besides, it could be winter, whereupon I’d be coaching the same little buggers in some godforsaken hockey rink freezing my ass off. That's how I spent my weekends, and a couple weeknights when my kids were still around. I seem to remember freezing my ass off during softball season. While it sometimes felt like a chore. I have really great memories...which old farts seem to value.