Jesus is my pitching coach

Having retired from teaching, I find I have time on my hands. I had been thinking of resuming an interest in baseball, an interest abandoned after childhood. It is not a sport for people without time on their hands. It is especially not a sport for Chicagoans. I went to my last Sox game in 1959, and will return when they win their next pennant. I’ve attended Cubs games since then, to enjoy the greenery in Wrigley Field.

 

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