“One kid, six dads.” That’s Scott Walton’s enduring memory of his son’s first T-ball game. As the batter knocked the ball into play, the first base coach, third base coach, batting coach and three other fathers in the dugout got into their high-volume act. As Walton recalls it, “Here was this four-year-old kid with a crowd of guys five times his size yelling at him to do different things.”

You are a retired professional wrestler. You stand 6’4 and weigh 285. You have a shock of unnaturally blond hair, much of your wardrobe incorporates leopard skin, and you’re a bachelor — often wildly