Despite my ridiculous Cubs fanaticism (or maybe because of it), one of my boys is not a big baseball fan. He doesn't hate it. He's just completely indifferent to the sport.
I'll give you a great example of how indifferent he is. Yesterday after he came home from school we were discussing his upcoming finals, and working out a study schedule, when I asked him about his 8th period class.
"Oh," he said. "We didn't have that class today. There was a pep assembly."
"For what?" I asked.
"The Cubs were there."
"The what?"
"The Chicago Cubs," he said. "I guess their manager went to my high school."
I stared at him to see if he was just messing with me, but he wasn't.
"Mike Quade was there?"
"Yeah, that's the guy. And he brought a bunch of players too. I only recognized a few of their names. Sean Marshall was there. Koyie Hill. And a bunch of other guys."
"Why didn't you tell me about this?"
"I don't know," he said. "I didn't think it was important."
That's my oldest son, the 15 year old. He's right, of course, it's not important in the big scheme of things.
I just provide this anecdote as Exhibit A: Sometimes the apple actually does fall far from the tree. And in this case--that's a good thing.