I’ve hinted at it enough. It’s time to make it official – we’re having a baby. :-)
|Our newest rookie arrives in March 2016|
And not just any baby – a Griffey-collecting super-baby. Probably. I don’t know for sure, but I can only assume some part of my own lust for Griffey cardboard will be passed on. I mean, I’m no genetimacist, but I like to think I can brain good.
Now, if it’s a boy he will be a third because I am a junior. But who’s to say we can’t simply reboot the “Jr.” suffix in tribute to the greatest center fielder of all time? Or simply double-up the “Jr?” Is that allowed? I don’t see why it wouldn’t be. Are the Third police going to come and get me like they apparently do in the semi-dystopian near-future portrayed in the Nebula award-winning sci-fi novel Ender’s Game? Doubt it.
If it’s a girl, I’m thinking “Griffey.” Or “Georgina Kendra Griffey June.” Something like that. I haven’t discussed the details with my wife yet, but I can only assume she’s on board. It’s just the name of your first child, not anything important like what player to collect or what set to build.
Is it too early to talk little league?
So come March expect fewer posts, fewer new Griffeys, and hopefully a whole lot of inappropriate Wallet Card photos. As if this blog wasn’t infantile enough. Bam – baby joke.
Yeah, I'm nervous.