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One night in May, my son’s baseball team was playing another team.  We had friends over to watch the game.  It was a pretty close game.  The parents on both sides were cheering their respective teams.  There were plenty of close plays and (being Little League) enough errors to wrench the gut of any coach.  At the end of the game, however, the score was higher for my son’s team than for our opponents.  “Hoorah!  We won!” Our company for the evening came back to our home for a visit.  In discussing the game, my friend told me that while getting into his car, he happened to see one of the boys from the other team with his father.  The father from the other team was yelling and hollering at his … Read entire article »