When I was a younger man, I spent a couple of years traveling the country on business. I always carried some baseball bats in my trunk. Once my workday was done, instead of heading to the local watering hole, I’d find the batting cages and hit balls until my hands blistered. As I got older, I just loved hitting baseballs. Hitting a baseball shot out of an automated pitching machine is hard enough. Hitting one throw by a living human being who knows what he is doing, is darned near impossible. That’s one of the things that makes baseball a fascinating, and beautiful, sport.
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