The offseason was calling, and I needed to answer. It was Back to School Night tonight at my eldest kids' elementary school, so I missed the first part of tonight's Dodger game. Then, when we got home, the place was a mess, the two big kids were hopped up on Wii, our youngest had a stomachache. And this was all before we found out he stuck a tiny bead up his nose. Before I became a parent, I used to hate to see the baseball season end. I recall watching the Marlins-Indians World Series back in '97 (I'm not looking the details up, but I think I've got 'em right) in my bachelor apartment – Game 7, extra innings, a thrilling, exhausting night, long after the Dodgers had bid farewell to the year – and being in disbelief that there wasn't more coming the