Thursday, January 24, 2013 One Saturday morning about five years ago, I took all my boys to the baseball field to sign my then 5-year-old firstborn up for spring baseball. While I struggled to decide what size hat and tiny baseball pants he would need so I could complete the forms, a few of the coaches who were pacing around the crowd approached me.
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