When the yips come on strong, they come on damned strong. I’ve missed fourteen in a row and I can tell she’s getting exasperated. “You’re sti...l thinking,” Sasha calls out. “Stop.” “Easier said,” I fire back. “Then how about a wager?” “Wager?” “You’re like me,” she explains. “You need something to win to bring that focused fire out. And there’s no winning in practice. So..." She struts along the goal line. “Maybe dinner. Maybe an autograph. Or maybe…" A devilish grin splits her lips. "We'll. I turned my digital camcorder on and she started undressing right there in Daisy’s front yard. Daisy called to her dogs and from around the corner of the house came a German Shepherd and a big Saint Bernard. When I turned the camera back to my wife her eyes were as big as saucers.Daisy simply told my wife to get on the ground on her back and too open up her legs. Again before I could even think about what Daisy had said my wife was on the ground opening her legs up. The German Shepherd got a. There was only one possible reason that occurred to me for her being sad all of the sudden. It was her father and the news wasn’t good.“Ruthie, dear, what’s the matter?” I asked her, not giving up the game just yet, but I already knew the answer.“Daddy ... died. He’s gone, Isaac. My father’s dead! I’m all alone now!” Ruth sobbed, but I insisted that wasn’t the case.“No, Ruthie, you’re not alone. You got us. You got me, okay? We’re not giving up on you and you’re not going to give up on life.. We arrived at Skansen and walked to a small café to order lunch and wait for Lars, Annika, and Kjell, who arrived about ten minutes after we did. Birgit and Kjell hugged, as did Lena and I, and I introduced everyone.“You’re married to THOSE TWO and STILL want other women?” Lena teased in Swedish.“Of COURSE he does!” Pia and Karin said while laughing, also in Swedish. “It’s Steve!”I simply smiled, then changed the subject.“How did your case turn out?” I asked in Swedish.“We won! The little girl.