The Baton is Passed. (To me.)

Growing up, I was constantly asked, “Are you related to Hall-of-Fame Baseball Player Stan Musial?”

I’ve talked to other people with the Musial surname, and apparently, this happened ALL THE TIME.

(The answer, by the way, is: “No, I am not related.”)

Today, my son was asked, “Are you related to local comedian Tom Musial?”

At last, my plan for domination of the Musial name is starting to pay off! As my comedy empire expands, all of the world’s Musials will be subject to the question: are they fortunate enough to be related to ME!

Enough of Stan Musial and his three MVP awards and his three world series rings and his 3,630 hits and 475 home runs and 24 all-star games and designation as “baseball’s perfect knight.”

Stand aside, for here comes Tom Musial and his repertoire of juice box jokes!

BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

More than you know, son. More than you know.

Sometimes when my family is out for a walk, we ask the boys to “buddy up” and hold hands in pairs, as a way to help keep everyone together.

My 3-year-old and 6-year-old were buddies, walking along hand-in-hand, when my three year old looked back at me.

“Daddy’s not holding hands with anyone,” he said. “He doesn’t have a buddy.”

The six-year-old looked back at me.

“Daddy’s holding a beer,” he said.

Then he added: “Beer is Daddy’s buddy.”

Yes. Yes it is.

Winky Moment of the Week

I was telling a friend about how my fifth-grader will soon be attending a school program that introduces children to the topic of “where babies come from.”

I said something like, “I think it’s that Wonder of Wonders program put on by the Buhl Planetarium.”

My friend said, “I think you mean the Carnegie Science Center. There hasn’t been a Buhl Planetarium in more than fifteen years.”

Sigh. Add it to the list.