I’m wondering if children even think about being huge league baseball gamers anymore.
After I was a child, after we had been born to baseball — no MLB advertising departments wanted — I needed to be Whitey Ford. I’d carry out my windup within the full-length mirror within the hallway to change into a lefty, like Whitey.
However in need of a rarity — an Aaron Decide or maybe “LFGM” Pete Alonso — who do as we speak’s children have, offered they’ll free themselves of all-weather, all-day video video games that bloodbath imaginary people with imaginary exploding weapons?
What’s there to think about or mime? Turning into their favourite seventh inning designated reliever? Practising bat flips within the yard? Jogging to first?
