Lessons from a Baseball Coach
I don’t remember his real name, but I remember that he had a big laugh and a huge passion for baseball. And for kids. He must have had a job somewhere in our working class neighborhood in Hartford, Connecticut in the late 1950s. Maybe he was a house painter, or a plumber, or a bus driver. I don’t know what he did when he wasn’t with us.
All I knew – and all I cared about – was that when someone asked for a volunteer to coach a group of young boys, a big man with a big laugh stepped forward.
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