I like baseball. I like the history, tradition and legends of the game. I like the storytelling that’s evolved around it. One of my best mother’s days (a holiday you all know I despise) was taking Mom to her first Cubs game in fifty years.
If you follow baseball at all, you heard how last Wednesday Detroit’s Armando Galarraga did what only 20 other men have done in the history of baseball, and pitched a perfect game, meaning not one single batter who came to the plate made it on base. Except he didn’t. On what should have been the last out, the umpire blew the call, and said the runner was safe.