When the dad and young son in Baseball, Football, Daddy and Me go to the ballpark, they encounter no drunks, no louts shouting obscenities, no athletes going after each other with baseball bats. Instead the father and son share magical moments of blissful togetherness, forging bonds that hold a lifetime of memories. Friend’s verse describes the duo’s trips to a variety of athletic contests. The boy especially likes horse races because, being small, he doesn’t feel out of place around jockeys. What he enjoys most, though, is tossing a ball around with his dad. Sure the image is corny, sure it’s an idealistic characterization of what really goes on at sporting events and the sort of people one encounters at them. But there will be few fathers who finish this book without planning a trip to a game or, better yet, a visit to a neighborhood park to play catch. A