It has now been fifteen days since I was supposed to see the Arizona Diamondbacks play the Oakland Athletics at Phoenix Municipal Stadium. It has also been fifteen days since the Phoenix area has gotten rain. Today marks the second attempt the Diamondbacks will make to play Oakland in Phoenix. As I woke up this morning, I looked out the window to see the sky filled with clouds, a gray haze hovering around the valley. The good news was that it was not supposed to rain. The bad news was it was supposed to be cold and windy all day. I could deal with a little wind and I did have a jacket so I thought I would be ok. I thought that for about five seconds. Then Dakota wandered into the bedroom and crawled into bed with us. I reached over to cover him up as I went to get ready for work. When I touched him, he was extremely hot. The little dudester was obviously running a fever. There is nothing that makes a father feel more helpless than when a young child has a fever. They are miserable and as a result, so are you. He just wanted to be held and we either sat on the couch watching television or we were laying down taking a nap. Neither of these were what I had planned but that is the price you pay for being a father. I was hoping that by game time, Dakota would be feeling better and we could go to the game. Unfortunately, that didn’t happen so I spent the rest of the evening waiting for ESPN to update the scores at the bottom of the screen. It would appear I am not supposed to attend a Diamondbacks game this spring.