My dad loved stories. I called him the homily king because he used “secular” parables to make a point whether as chastisement, encouragement or entertainment. Life is like a baseball game, he loved to say. Sometimes you get on base; sometimes you strike out and sometimes you hit a home run; sometimes you help another player score bringing him the glory; and sometimes you end up warming the bench.
I have experienced each scenario at one time or another in my life as a professional journalist. I wish my dad had lived long enough to see me make career transition: I’m moving into the bullpen to become a relief pitcher.