By Chad Thomas Johnston
When I was a child, school did not rank high on my priority list, which meant my report cards led my parents to believe that, intellectually, I was probably about as dense as a baseball.
While watching a Kansas City Royals game on TV with my father one day, however, I made the mistake of reciting the batting averages of a few players from memory. After verifying the statistics using the career information on my baseball cards, my parents realized—much to their consternation—that I lacked not smarts, but the will to apply myself in school.
I could never coast through class again. But the experience did confirm something for my parents, and somewhat paradoxically: While I was not as thickheaded as they thought, I did have a baseball for a brain. I thought of little besides America’s favorite pastime in those days. [Read more...]