The pintsized batter took an awkward swing with his aluminum bat, barely striking the ball with a faint clinking sound. His slow roller left the batter’s box, hopped twice and curled foul of the third-base line by three feet. The young umpire yelled “foul ball!” But then something strange happened. “Run!” yelled the third-base coach, motioning frantically as the boy s (...)
The Last Word
Dropped Call
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