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There’s No Compassion In Baseball!

I’ve always loved baseball.  I played little league from tee-ball all the way up to the senior leagues when I was in the 10th grade.  As many of you know, I grew up in various locales all over the world.  I did 4th through 6th grade in Stavager, Norway.  The American community there formed its own little league, and I played every year. 

The problem was that, since there were only a limited number of kids to choose from, the age ranges on the teams was quite large.  You’d have kids going from the 4th grade to the 8th grade on the same team, for example, and there is a world of difference in size, strength, and athletic ability between a 9 year old and a 13 year old.  Naturally the older kids played the important positions—pitcher, first base, and so on.  I’d get up to bat and I’d have a kid four years older than me throwing balls that there was no way I could hit.  So, for almost the entire season, I struck out every time.  In my 5th grade year I got one hit, just one, and I was thrown out at first.  (The shortstop and first baseman were both older than me.)

And man, did this hurt.  I remember sitting in the parking lot with my mom crying my eyes out, because I wasn’t getting to hit.  I loved playing the game, but like any kid I wanted to play more and do more and get more hits and get more wins.  It was disheartening to say the least.  But still, I was out there every game, and I played.  And I think that the lessons I learned from doing so have stayed with me my whole life.  With that in mind, Dennis Prager has a must-read column up at Town Hall which touches on this very subject.

This past weekend, a friend of mine attended his 13-year-old son’s baseball game. What he saw encapsulates a major reason many of us fear for the future of America and the West.

His son’s team was winning 24-7 as the game entered the last inning. When he looked up at the scoreboard, he noticed that the score read 0-0. Naturally, he inquired as to what happened—was the scoreboard perhaps broken?—and was told that the winning team’s coach asked the scoreboard keeper to change the score. He and some of the parents were concerned that the boys on the losing team felt humiliated.

In order to ensure that the boys losing by a lopsided score would not feel too bad, the score was changed.

Trust me on this one, read the whole thing.

Posted by Lee on 03/30/07 at 10:50 AM in Decline of Western Civilization • Permalink

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