Sunday, August 05, 2007

From July 13th

While in Idaho Falls for a Babe Ruth baseball tournament we went to watch the local minor league baseball team, the Chukars, play. This was only nine days after my wife left me. The baseball was good, the night was warm, and a beer sounded good. When I ordered one, Sam Adams Summer Lager, Jake looked at me with absolute disbelief. "A beer, dad?" He said, "have you ever had a beer in your whole life?"
I told him that I have had three or four but only a few. Then added, under my breath, since you've been around.
My question is this: Did I ruin my son's image of me or is he better off knowing that I might drink a beer here or there and having the opportunity to see someone drink alcohol responsibly?