Thanks to genetics that hew more closely to Tony Campana than to Anthony Rizzo, my son is probably always going to have to settle for scrappy. In the wee hours of this morning, The Wife and I (and The Little Girl) welcomed The Little Boy to our family. We named him Clark. He is already awesome at everything. Thanks to all of you for the kind words and well-wishes. Unbelievable true fact: BN’er Brent sent me one of those kind words/well-wishes emails late yesterday, noting that his wife was a labor and delivery nurse at an area hospital in Columbus. And, out of all the hospitals and all the nurses, who helped us deliver Clark? Brent’s wife. Small, lovely world.