One thing that informed Robert's attitude during his playoff baseball game was that if his team had won, the championship game would have conflicted with his best friend's birthday party. Losing the game, therefore, at least saved me some Sturm and Drang.
Yesterday, however, Robert came home from school obdurately opposed to attending the party. Because his best friend "brags too much about his writing."
I really hope one of them gets to review the other's work some 30 years from now, so that media wags will know that the feud started here, over five pages about 11th-century kung fu warriors.
