Are we related? My dad and my uncles were the same way. They found tremendous joy in helping kids get better and improve their confidence. They had zero ego about their W-L record.

Hey, just like the good ol’ USA!

Me, too.

When I was 10 my parents split up. It was 1968. My dad moved from the SF Bay Area to the Phoenix area. I would fly down to spend summer and spring breaks with him. Once I was old enough to move through the airport on my own — like 16 or so — my dad would meet me at baggage claim. When I was old enough to rent my…

OK, Bay Area baby boomers: Who doesn’t remember the ads for The Winchester Mystery House that ran over and over again before the movies at the drive-in? With the spooky voice of Sarah Winchester saying, “Keep building.” No one, right? I cannot wait to see the movie!

You did good, Mom. Congrats on everything, including a great kid.

I was just at a wedding in a red state, and we were talking about the “take a knee” national anthem protests over police brutality, and my cousin said, with a sigh, “I just want to watch football and enjoy my Sunday.” Ironically, she’s a teacher in a predominantly black elementary school. And I’m like, yeah, and…

When that happened to me, back when I WAS young, I would refer back to them as “old man.” That said, though, the best, smartest, most progressive, most supportive and most inspiring boss I ever had was 71 when I started working for him and 77 when he retired.

Been together since 1974 (the prom pic is a riot), married since 1985 (gigantic ugly Princess Di dress). And he’s still the one.

Loved that ad. Hated the clothes.

My something good was my husband and I packed our younger son off to college. He’s a freshman and his brother is a senior. We now have an empty nest. I am so proud of my smart, empathetic, strong, feminist kids. I feel like we did good.

They are both number 8 on the Enneagram and not very evolved 8s.

Nothing more irritating than a young person taking pride in not knowing things.

Yeah, everyone know the evil eye is the domain of us Southern Italians. Sheesh! Get your stereotypes straight!

Hollywood is optioning the story as we speak.

I live in an unincorporated area of San Mateo County called Emerald Hills. I live right on the border of EH and Woodside, which is where they live. When I moved here, EH was simply called “up by the cross” because there is a huge cross on the top of the hill. There are two small swimming lakes in the area. …

I wanted to share something that happened to us this week, because I think it shows where we are with entitlement and normalization of behavior that used to be considered shameful.

I worked in marketing for a major Bay Area newspaper and worked with Eck on a promotion we did with the A’s. He could not have been nicer to us or more patient during a rather complicated photo shoot. I’ve worked with many athletes and celebrities in my career, and he was one of the most gracious.

Well, it’s CSM. College of San Mateo (ju co), known locally as the College of Small Minds.

You are so spot on. I am half Italian — Southern Italian — born in 1958. My mom was born on the boat coming over. I grew up speaking Italian. My grandparents lived across the street and my aunt, uncle and my cousins lived next door. Every Sunday, the extended family (more aunts, uncles and cousins) gathered for…