There are some things that I'm really not good at. Baseball is definitely one of them. So, as my son Nolan begins tee-ball, I've been painfully resurrecting memories of my playing days. In particular, my little league days. My friend Mark and I used to count successes in terms of making contact while at bat. Fouling off a pitch was cause for a high-five. Grounding out was an intense moment of pride. A bloop single... epic!