My son walked up to Nicole on the beach and I was throwing the ball for the dogs in the ocean. I was like, 'Max, you get the dogs. I'll talk to the hot blondes.'

I am a father. My son's name is Max and my daughter's name is Billie Grace. Twelve years ago Max was born with Down Syndrome. His journey has been complicated by infantile seizures, sleep apnea, dietary challenges and now, puberty!

I like the hot dogs at Dodger Stadium.

He's throwing the ball great. We just can't go to him when it means something yet. I have to talk to (general manager Jim Hendry ) and we have to figure this thing out, because we're not out of it yet.

If they hit the ball out, they'd say "Sorry." If they hit it in but too hot for me to handle, they'd say "Sorry." If it was too well hit, they were sorry; too badly hit, they were sorry.

“Walking on the beach is the best food for the mind......smell the fresh sea air, walk along the endless horizon of natural beauty, Let the sea embrace you, cast it spell and your thoughts will float across the sea of dreams, its mystifying “ Franco c. Zarli Jr.