Over on a homepage filled with dread about the new Iran peace deal, I have a piece about recreational baseball, the kind sponsored in my area by local businesses with Irish and Italian names attached to their trade or custom, the one that takes all comers and creates six teams out of a single town’s children.

I love it. This has become my getaway from all other concerns. The stands are a place of meditation, for enjoying the summer breeze, and most of all for the sound of a ball popping into a leather glove.

However, there are the other moms and dads, and I have some........

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