I have to tell a modest family story about baseball, the one sport connected to the earth’s circling of the sun (it begins with Spring Training and ends with a Harvest Festival). Maybe it begins in T.S. Eliot’s cruelest month, but as George Carlin reminds us, it is the sweetest sport: “In baseball, the object is to go home and to be safe. I hope I’ll be safe at home.”

William Tyndale once ridiculed the poor logic of a 16th Century blowhard by writing that, “the proof of his whole conclusion…hangeth by moonshine.” Tyndale of course, ultimately became a victim of moonshine when he was condemned as a heretic and strangled by real rope – and burned as well – for translating the Bible into [...]