I have spent many evenings in the rain at high school baseball games (dedication in layers).
The other evening, despite the chill, I was struck by that unmistakable sound—the clean clink of bat meeting ball. That singular moment holds so much behind it: hours of repetition, quiet discipline, and the kind of failure most p…
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