A reflection on a father and son relationship told through the sports that they played together. There are some unflinching and harrowing recollections, but they are told with insight and understanding.

What made us such mysteries to each other? Probably the fact that we didn’t talk about much besides sports. Other topics weren’t explicitly off-limits; Dad simply had little to say about them. Plus we both tended to sink into silent, solitary pastimes: me with my trading cards, pop music, and video games, and Dad with his computer.