My son and I were playing a game when the phone rang. I looked at the Caller ID window and it said in big letters, “ANGELS BASEBALL.”

Why are the Angels calling me at home?

I let the machine pick it up, because I didn’t feel like interrupting our game for a call I knew nothing about. A very nice, perky young lady left a message about how she would like to speak to me about my visit last year to Angel Stadium and talk about the upcoming season.

Ok, what are they selling? It can’t be season tickets, because didn’t they have to turn away people last year who wanted to get them?

Chances that they wish to discuss the crappy tickets I bought and how we always try to park across the street seem slim. Even worse, we aren’t Angel fans. Does that fact mean I am ineligible to write for this blog?