This is generally a pretty bleak time of year for sports. There are only three more games left this season, college basketball doesn't really get interesting for another month (unless you're a Ducks fan in which every game is interesting as Oregon routinely flirts with the collegiate record for most consecutively missed three-point shots.) Golf is pretty lame until the Masters and even moreso this year with the absence of Tiger from the field and pitchers and catchers don't report for a few more weeks. That just leaves regular season NBA games and trick shot pool on ESPN2.

And so, with a lull in quality sporting events to watch this Saturday I instead got my quiche on with 25 women at Shelbi's postpartum baby shower. Elliott sported a sweater vest and collared onesie ensemble that made him look like he had just finished auditioning for the baby yachting team. I sported an inch-wide swath of unshaved neck hair which I somehow missed after getting 90 minutes of sleep last night.

I figured my role at the shower would be to handle the fussy baby, change a diaper or two and generally stay out of the way. Little did I know that, three seconds after walking through the door, I would not see my son for the next four hours. Here's a fun fact you may not have been aware of: Women like babies. And if there's anything in this world they could possibly like even more than babies, it's putting clothes on babies, particuarly shoes.

Elliott was given a small pair of brown knitted shoes today and, when he put them on, had I not known any better, I would have thought I was at a Jonas Brothers concert given the reaction. In all fairness, they ARE pretty cute shoes. And thank God he had them today because he had an active afternoon ahead of him in which he drooled a lot and peed through a diaper so badly it seeped through two items of his clothes and three of mine while I was holding him.

But honestly, after making it through the cooing, the fawning and the baby Ugg boots, I felt far more productive about my afternoon than I would have had I stayed home where there is a 99% chance I would have been on the couch in my underwear watching either an ACC baskeball game I had little to no interest in or VH1's 100 Best Songs of the 90's when Shelbi returned. And besides, the lemon poppy seed mini-muffins were to die for.