Son is a pitcher. This morning, I reminded him that baseball is perhaps the cruelest sport (although golf may have a say). Failure is built into the DNA of the game. I often say in no other line of work is a 35% success rate good enough to get you into the Hall of Fame. But last night...last night was especially cruel. I turned to my boy this morning and said "You can climb to the greatest highest of this sport, even be the best of your generation. And still suffer from the most immense and lonely sense of loss and devastation." No, this game isn't for everyone. I takes a special kind of mental toughness.
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