When I was a kid, like a lot of sports-inclined kids, I played little league baseball. I was not very good; I could field well enough to avoid embarrassment, but I could not hit to save my life. I played for the Phillies of the Chapel Hill Parks & Recreation league, and my dad was the coach. There were other kids on the team who were really good ball players, even at that young age, and at least one went on to play ball past high school (shoutout to Eric, a wily southpaw pitcher who’s an accomplished poet now).
Thanks, Coach Fox
