It’s July and I’m standing along a sun-splashed sideline watching my son embroiled in a heated little league baseball game, sweating.
Chase’s team mans the field. There’s a runner on first base.
It was at a 1993 house party in Perrine during my sophomore year where he humbly introduced himself to me…
This is the second post in my word series in spirit of circling the bases of baseball and education. I’m back at the plate to take another swing. Click here for an instant ‘read’play of my first at bat.