I almost burned the chicken tonight. James and I were playing catch in the back yard while I was grilling the chicken and veggies. As anyone who knows how good a good game of catch is, you'll know how easy it is to lose track of other stuff around you. (My dream when I was a little kid was to pitch for the Red Sox. Oh well.) It was nice to spend time with James--we played some more after dinner with Bobby and he even got me to play a little basketball.