For those of you who had "Tim" (or, god love ya, "Tebow") in the baby-name office pool, please feel free to rip up your stubs.
For those of you -- and there were several, amazingly -- who had "Ryan" pegged as at least one of the two names, you get half-credit.
(Although the "Ryan" is in honor of my wife's grandmother; any link to, say, Ryan Braun -- only the greatest active Jewish baseball player -- is thrilling coincidence.)
My wife is the hero of this story. She was phenomenal. Meanwhile, I can't wait to put our two boys together to form an unstoppably nebbishy JCC summer-league backcourt.
(While we are bringing back our mohel for the coming bris, that shouldn't stop Tim Tebow from joining us. You have an open invitation, Tim!)