#BuckFiftyADay: Why I am the Luckiest

During the middle of Game 2 of the 1995 American League Division Series, I called my wife from Yankee Stadium to say goodbye. We'd be going to Seattle for Games 3-5. She said to me, "I think I might be pregnant." We'd been married a year and were hoping to get a family started. "OK," I said. "Let's wait until I come home and you can take the test." The Yankees lost the next three games, which meant I would not be home for a month. So, she took the test while I held on to the phone. Positive! The next four weeks all I could think was that there was no way I could be a dad and a baseball beat writer. Whenever I feel sorry for myself I think about how lucky I was to find a job as a sportswriter that allowed me to be a dad.

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