When my sons were eleven their youth baseball team had reached the championship game. There were two outs in the bottom of the sixth. Our team was down by a run, but the bases were loaded. Taylor, the first born of my triplet sons, was at the plate. It was a pressure-packed situation, but Taylor was the team’s leader in runs batted in and had come through in the clutch all season long. A walk would tie the game. A hit might bring in two runs and win the game.
Ball one. Ball two. Ball three! One ball away from a bases-on-balls which would knot the game. Taylor swung and missed at the next two pitches. Full count.
