Fairness - The Commentary

It was a competitive nine-year-olds' baseball game. Grandson’s team was in the process of experiencing their first loss of what was so far an eight-game season. Watching a grandson thrive as a truly self-motivated, avid – and grampa would add gifted - baseball player who is supported without pressure by parents continued, even on that day, not only to be thrilling entertainment. It felt as if it were a gifted connection with a fast-growing boy I had spent cherished time with from day one. His own joy in the game, often seen in his smiles while pitching and fielding, also brought back forgotten memories of good times with my own dad when he took me to the old Milwaukee Braves’ games at County Stadium back when bleacher seats were $5. That evening’s game began with a bad night for the Coyote’s starting pitcher. He walked ten batters so that the top of the first inning ended with the league’s seven-runs per inning limit. His second inning was hardly better. His team