It’s late Friday night and for some reason I can’t sleep. I covered the Giants home opener and then went out to dinner in San Francisco with Jeff Fletcher at a little Italian place I like called Il Borgo, and now I’m in bed on the internet while Mrs. Cohn Zohn sleeps beside me and I want to tell you I loved a movie called Footnote. Mrs. Cohn Zohn and I saw it and then we went back two days later with Grant to see it again. It’s an Israeli movie about Talmudic scholars but it’s really about fathers and sons, and I can’t get it out of my mind.