Earlier this month we had a family pool party to celebrate the plethora of birthdays that all come near each other. Sitting on a bench in the shade, I was intrigued to watch a trio of young boys playing baseball in the 90+ heat. They hardly had enough players to make a game of it and yet, they continued, one pitcher, one batter, one fielder. They took turns batting as hardly anyone ever made an out. It was for the joy of the game that they played on, maybe like it used to be, or maybe like I want to think it used to be.
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