My son's high school baseball team has advanced to the AAAA State Playoffs - sixteen teams fighting for a championship. They had a few dramatic wins in the district playoffs to advance.

In less than an hour they play a school from suburban Philly at Immaculata College. The teams are apparently very similar, so it's a coin flip. My son will likely pitch in relief today, and it bothers me that I can't free myself to make the game.

By the way, in a freak occurrence at last week's playoff that sent us to states, one of our utility outfielders had a pregame collision with a fence during warm-ups that tore his lower lip nearly half off. He was taken to the hospital where it was stitched and he'll barely have a scar.