When we were kids and played on the same Little League team, UJ was known to our teammates as “Smiley.” He was the kid who always hit doubles and could run like a deer, as opposed to his tubby brother who was afraid that a pitch would hit him on the nose and break his glasses.
I’m pleased to say that all evidence indicates that UJ remains “Smiley” at heart. If you look at his Facebook page, it’s full of smiley photos. UJ is never introspective or contemplative in these photos — he’s usually wearing a bathing suit in blazing sunshine, tanned and squinting and flashing his gleaming white choppers with a lady friend on each arm. Our family dentist, Dr. King, no doubt thinks UJ is one of the greatest living advertisements for sound dental care and careful toothbrushing and flossing that ever walked the Earth.
It’s nice to know that some things haven’t changed since the Little League days. Come to think of it, I’m probably still afraid of being hit on the bridge of the nose by a pitched ball.