Word: kidded
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...Consider this exchange: "I feel tingly," one male animal says to another. "Don't say that when you are pressed up against me," it retorts. If that's the dopey sense of humor you're after this Fourth, why not just set your kid up in front of a triple bill of old episodes of Everybody Loves Raymond, The King of Queens and According to Jim? It's just as all-American and would be cheaper...
...wasn't the only black kid who wanted to grow up to be MJ - or had parents who wanted the same thing. I didn't care about the ridicule that might have come from those who'd already dismissed Michael as not black enough, even though, at 7, I was already wrestling with my racial identity. Within a year, most of the record collection had been scratched from overuse or lost. In hindsight, it was far too precious a gift for a 7-year-old. I cringe at the thought of how valuable they might be today. (See TIME...
...child goes on to report that the kids on his school "service" (the long Toyota vans that act as school buses for Tehran's students) have been chanting, "Pas rai e ma koojast?! Pas rai e ma koojast?!" (Then where is our vote?! Then where is our vote?!) I ask what the driver is doing while all this goes on and the kid tells me that the driver honks along. Honk honk-honk-honk! Pas rai e ma koojast?! Honk honk-honk-honk...
...kid grabs my arm and tells me to take a picture of his friend. He is in bad shape. They lift up his shirt and we can see the bruise where the baton struck him. When he turns around I see that there is a dollop of white on his head, a fresh bandage. I grin and tell him that he's the champion of the people. He knows better and laughs...
...grew up following my dad [legendary broadcaster Jack Buck] around. As a kid, I couldn't get enough of the ballpark. I couldn't get enough of traveling with him or being around a major-league team. It's always been kind of a part of my DNA. I don't know that I've ever looked at baseball like a purely casual fan. That's just realistic when you grow up with it putting food on your table, and with it taking your dad out of town...