Cursed with the freckled complexion of my Irish ancestors, I’ve always had to be careful in the sun. Well, apparently I wasn’t careful enough because about 4 years ago, the funny-looking freckle on my shoulder turned out to be melanoma. Yep, scared me silly. Other than the 5-inch scar, (no more strapless ball gowns for me) I emerged unscathed but with a freakish desire to apply sunblock to every person I encounter and lecture teenage girls about the evils of sunbathing and tanning booths. Since a good deal of my summer is spent on the ball field, I have tried just about every kind of sunblock and now present my findings.