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Aug 22
The Unsupervised Summers of My Youth
At a college graduation a few years back it hit me: my two sons had grown to manhood without ever playing an inning of unsupervised baseball–that is, without uniforms, screaming parents, and designer bottled water in the dugout to keep them hydrated between innings. It sure wasn’t that way when I was growing up. Third base We […]