"Karim was born during the World Series. I sat beside my late wife through the long hours of labor, the TV quietly glowing in the corner of the delivery room. A baseball game played on, mostly ignored—until a homerun cracked through the silence and I shouted, ‘Yes!’ Just then, the doctor, eyes fixed below, grinned and announced, ‘You have a son!’ I had just watched the top of his head emerge, the doctor calling out, ‘One centimeter... two... three...’ as if narrating both a birth and a miracle. In that moment, time split—the world of games and heroes on the screen collided with the sacred unfolding of life before me.
It was 1990, Davis Medical Center, San Francisco. A boy was born. Karim. And nothing would ever be the same."
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