Math was my favorite subject in high school. I loved algebra and trig (as much as trig can be loved), and even made it through calculus.
But today? I can add, subtract, multiply and divide – sometimes – just to make sure I can pay my employees and balance my checkbook, but that’s about it.
The rest of my math muscle has atrophied.
And then one recent evening, while I was watching in disbelief as both of my beloved Spanish soccer teams were being eliminated from the European Club finals, my 11 year old son walked into the room holding his math textbook and some scratch paper.
“Dad, can you help me?”
When Malcolm Gladwell’s book 
