My first time and yes, I am nervous

Here we are, my first blog entry. I started this blog because I am about to embark upon Red Sox Fantasy Camp 2009, so if this is indeed my fantasy (and believe me, it is), then it ought to be recorded in some way. This is my attempt.

In late December of 2008, my brother Adam approached me about taking a vacation together, as a sort of Farewell to Non-Fatherhood for me, since my first child is due to be born in May. The official philosophy behind this is that once my kid is born, my life as I know it will be over. Days of carefree dalliances with irresponsibility will dwindle into a few secreted moments of nap time before the next diaper changing, feeding or coddling demand arises; certainly, the days of taking a full week away to play baseball with my brother among former Major Leaguers against the backdrop of the Red Sox Spring Training site will vanish. If not now, then never.

Now, I have never been a father before, so perhaps I am a greatly overstating the degree to which my life will be altered; certainly, there are plenty of parents who take vacations without their children and live to tell the tale. However, for now my overprotectiveness of my future daughter’s well-being serves my purposes quite well: With the great generosity of the King of All Big Brothers, I am off to Red Sox Fantasy Camp in a little less than a week. To live, to play, perchance to suffer a horrible leg injury, that is the stuff dreams are made on.