If you're like me (and I pray that you are not, because this post marks two in a row celebrating children of Baltimore sports figures), the first thing you did after news broke of outfielder Dexter Fowler's deal with the Orioles was check his Twitter feed.
Once there, you would have noticed a couple of things:
1. As of Tuesday night, he had not let his 91,000-plus followers know that he was many millions of dollars richer. And, oh, yeah, about to join the Orioles.
2. He is good at Twitter, in the sense that he is active, engages with fans and posts Snapchat-filter videos of himself. Look, he's a dog now! Good dog!
3. He is the proud father of Naya, who is objectively adorable and, with her mother's help, may just be the East Coast's answer to Riley Curry.
Naya Fowler's first real grab for stardom was a perfect storm of virality: Father's Day 2015. Daddy at the plate. Grand slam. Camera rolls. Toddler claps. Internet swoons.
Naya has since diversified her portfolio, expanding her work from the arts ...
... to fashion ...
... and even religion.
The best part about Fowler's deal? It's for three years. You could argue that that means three years of overexposure for an unwitting child.
I would say that that's silly, and that if you can't get behind celebrations of MLB fatherhood, you don't deserve the gifts it can offer.
Speaking of which: