E. B. Write
These days, to the rest of the league, it’s a lot more like “House of Payne.”
I was wrong, and I’m lucky that I was.
My academic calendar generally came second in importance to sports too. The start of the school year meant cheering against USC most Saturdays and watching whatever the big networks broadcasted on Sundays. Spring break was usually the start of a six-month love affair with MLB Extra Innings on DirecTV. “One more inning, Mom” was my version of “the check is in the mail.”