Leave it to L to find stuff I thought I had lost forever. The object of her eureka moment this afternoon: The only foul ball I’ve ever caught during a live Major League Baseball game (which, oddly enough, happened to be exactly ten years ago today, at the old Yankee Stadium, on July 6, 2000).
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Baseball people say that in order to be a closer—the guy who comes in to record the last three outs of a victory—you need a certain mentality that enables you to forget all previous failures and focus on doing the job at hand.
What I’ve learned in the last 48 hours is that being a father [...]