THE GREAT AMERICAN PASTIME

When my son was six years old, we took him to a park where young kids were taught to play baseball. He was the first to attempt being at bat. He hit the ball right off and was told to run to first base. There he stood at the base waiting for the next kid to hit the ball, but the kid never hits the ball and neither does the next kid or the next one. Bored silly, my son walked away from first base and would never again return to the game of baseball. I put my hand on his shoulder and said, “Well son, at least you left the game while you were on top.”

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